The Last Supper by Muze Sikk Lyrics

I been moving moving calm
I don’t mean to do no harm
High and lethal packing major arms
Eye your señorita then I give her the bone

Ya I give her the go
Look at her go
Whipping a stone
Indiana Jones
Having a ball
Ya
Equipped with codes
We gon open up your doors
She Hitting the floor
And dropping it low
She dropping it low


Oh no
There she goes
She want my soul
That give and go
Tires chrome
In the zone
88
Outchea bro

On my job
Fuck you want?
I got the keys
(to your heart)

Don’t fold at all
I play my cards
You scratch my back
I give you a massage

Take off your bra
Eat your kitty cat
I keep it litty that’s
A fact
The last supper in that ass
It’s a blast from the past
I’m just a mass of passion Making cash off the raps