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From da Mud
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Hip-Hop/Rap
From da Mud wurde am 16. Juli 2025 von Blocc Money Billionaires Music Group LLC als Teil des Albums veröffentlichtFrom da Mud - Single
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Veröffentlichungsdatum16. Juli 2025
LabelBlocc Money Billionaires Music Group LLC
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM70

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bruno Mali
Bruno Mali
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Krisnel Joseph
Krisnel Joseph
Songwriter
Jay Bernard Ernest
Jay Bernard Ernest
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Romero
Chris Romero
Producer

Songtexte

Still Naughty-by-Nature
Been talkin' Ben Franklin
Belaire's by preference
Pop a bottle, we drinkin'
Couldn't pass without smoking
Light it up and we stinking
Ship running by pirates
I could see your ship sinking
Red beam with my Glock, what the fuck was you thinking
Forty-five on my watch, another double my payment
Drop the top on that Chevy
Turn it up and we crankin'
It's a grown man game, lay 'em down and we spank 'em
Fiends calling my name
Youngin' carry on for me
Gold bottle, black bottle
Popup like its a homecoming
You sleeping, keep sleeping
I want the very long money
I bought the Dallas Cowboys, I'm talking Jerry Jones money
Six g's in that bag, rather roll in my Phantom
Coke powder my desk, I think I'm Tony Montana
Like 20 g's in that bag, my bitch'll' make them broads jealous
Right now she rockin' red bottoms, I'm draped in Maison Margela's
I'm from the dirty dirty
Baby you know I come from the mud with it
I hung with the kidnappers
Original gangsters and drug dealers
I jumped out the porch since fifteen
I fell in love with it
I went and hit a lick for blood money
I pay the plug with it(3X)
Whoah
Blocc Money shit
We want ours
All summer 17
For real man
We here now
Let's go
Y'all **** ain't solid
[?] and I'm wildin
Tigers in my front yard
Got your bitch in my island
Puttin on for my section,
I just came for more violence
Bitches all on my trail
Hundred stuffs in my wallet
Residue on my nails
Kilogram with my colleagues
Booty trap on my muscle
Money come and I pile it
Up to high they can't touch em
Pass the blunt [?]
Talking down ain't nothing
[?] jumping hydraulic
He ain't talking about nothin'
Stay away from these suckaz
35 on my piece, 40 thou on these nuckles
Never go against the fam
If you was hating then fuck ya
Pulled up on that lamb
I used to pull up on a bucket
Truck load with them bel
Hotel with them squares
Oh yea oh yeah treat a **** like playa
Blocc money all summer
**** mad I can tell
Oh yeah oh yeah
[?] like a snare
I'm from the dirty dirty
Baby you know I come from the mud with it
I hung with the kidnappers
Original gangsters and drug dealers
I jumped out the porch since fifteen
I fell in love with it
I went and hit a lick for blood money
I pay the plug with it(3X)
Written by: Jay Bernard Ernest, Krisnel Joseph
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