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Muscle Memory
Hip-Hop/Rap
Muscle Memory was released on March 17, 2024 by BmanHuncho as a part of the album Foolproof
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Release DateMarch 17, 2024
LabelBmanHuncho
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM81

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Casey Walker
Casey Walker
Songwriter
Brian Smith
Brian Smith
Songwriter
Chris Hobbs
Chris Hobbs
Songwriter
Andy Herrin
Andy Herrin
Songwriter

Lyrics

No blinker on, I smash the gas, the whip jump four lanes
You in a corn machine, that bitch filled up with four lames
I'm recordin' myself, smokin' propane
Gas
Our lungs ain't the same
I'm in a pink Panther coupe, the guts look like a brain
Muscle memory, I hold my wood when I record
She bad as hell, it hurt my eyes, she hoppin' out that Ford
Bro so high, he goin' deaf, he smokin' HDMI cord
The stylist getting my sizing now this bitch saying she bored
Walk in that bitch fresh to death, they think I broke up out a morgue
When that snow hit the ground, we put them Hellcats in the storage
Told the boys that I ran (Iran) in this coupe cause it's foreign
I put heart eyes on that bitch story cause I know she going
If you was me, you would see her actin' weird and keep it pushin
If I was you, I wouldn't give a damn if them hoes was lookin
This bitch remind me Alicia Keys, I might take a flight and book it
Muscle memory, I'm pressin' keys to punch in in the stu
Muscle memory, bro pressin' keys, he never seen a booth
When I'm behind the mic, I get to spittin' like I chipped my tooth
I rev the engine, then I look around like Bman Hears a Who!
One bitch, two bitch, I feel like Dr. Seuss
Red guts, blue guts, Bman, they can't fuck with you
You'll probably break that lil' bitch phone if you knew what we do
Muscle memory, she don't play instruments but blow like flutes
I been working on my footwork
Hit em with a juke,
Told her we gone free fall
No strings attached, I ain't no parachute
I'ma ball forever, I just hope that heaven got a hoop
My brother ain't no toddler but his cup filled with juicy juice
Muscle memory, I'm switchin' gears when I'm in the coupe
You a lame, she don't pull that shit with me, that she pull with you
These hoes think they top tier from doin' shit they supposed to do
She meal prep on TikTok, this bitch eatin' frozen fruit
I know she a fan, she fall in love with everything I do
Muscle memory, she slidin' up on me like boy you cute
She a future lawyer but she nasty as a prostitute
I'm so tired of teachin' these ****, AC substitute (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm so tired of ballin' on ****, Lelo take over (Yop)
I won't like her by the time she make it here they called a layover
She might have sticky hands, we gotta watch her if she stay over
Muscle memory, she wake up throwin' up and hung over
Written by: Andy Herrin, Brian Smith, Casey Walker, Chris Hobbs
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