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Mud
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Mud è stato pubblicato il 1 maggio 2024 da 2011783 Records DK come parte dell'album Mud - Single
1 maggio 2024
Etichetta2011783 Records DK
LinguaEnglish
BPM
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia

Testi

You ain't fuckin', you ain't suckin', get the fuck outta my spot
You ain't drippin', you ain't droppin', get the fuck outta my drop
What you mad for, is it cause these VVS don't spot
Need a bag, fold it, bet that rubber band gon' pop
Talk that stick talk, that MAC-11 look like it got on a mop
Talk that slick talk, her pussy wet bet, I can fuck your mom
I got fifty grand on me now, hundred grand up in that box
Another two-fifty in the count, pray the feds never find out
I never lower my standards thats like steppin' back in that mud
If that **** broke and you fuckin' with him, then you love fuckin' that scrub
You ain't never had Chanel bag, look how I look in your arm
Dont them shoes, match that dress, girl, tonight you better perform
Hope that box don't taste like fish, canaries look like piss
Gelato stick to my clothes, I can't go to court like this
I wonder if my P.O. gon' ever let me hit
I can see it all in her eyes that she want some of this dick
You ain't suckin', you ain't fuckin', get the fuck outta my spot
You ain't drippin', you ain't droppin', get the fuck outta my drop
What you mad for, is it cause these VVS don't spot
Need a bag, fold it, bet that rubber band gon' pop
Talk that lit talk, these VVSs, all around my watch
Talk that shit talk, these double Gs, all around my body
I got wock all in my cup, smoke all in my lungs
I've been countin' money all night, paper cuts on my thumbs
You ain't fuckin' with me, alright, I'm fuckin' one of your cousins
And that pussy super tight, and she don't charge me nothin
We got FN word to the FN, KKK, my white benz, you're worthless
Not priceless, don't think that you're a wifey
Did a walkthrough and they look, Prada's on that, uh
Back then, had a shotty on me, now they hundred on me like Wilk
Bitch **** had to give it up, if you move wrong, you get cooked
I remember back in that jail cell, on quarantine me in milk
You ain't suckin', you ain't fuckin', get the fuck outta my spot
You ain't drippin', you ain't droppin', get the fuck outta my drop
What you mad for, is it cause these VVS don't spot
Need a bag, fold it, bet that rubber band gon' pop
You ain't suckin', you ain't fuckin', get the fuck outta my spot
You ain't drippin', you ain't droppin', get the fuck outta my drop
What you mad for, is it cause these VVS don't spot
Need a bag, fold it, bet that rubber band gon' pop
Talk that slick talk, that mac 11 look like a got on a mop
Talk that slick talk, her pussy wet bet, I can fuck your mom
I got 50 grand on me now, 100 grand up in that box
Another 250 in the count, pray the feds never find out
Written by: Charles Seymore
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