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Mud Freestyle
1,176
Hip-Hop/Rap
Mud Freestyle was released on February 25, 2021 by AR-AB Recordings Inc. as a part of the album AR-AB
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AlbumAR-AB
Release DateFebruary 25, 2021
LabelAR-AB Recordings Inc.
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM63

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
AR-AB
AR-AB
Performer
Arab
Arab
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Abdul West
Abdul West
Composer
Anthony Williams
Anthony Williams
Songwriter

Lyrics

Blow!
Blaow!
Blaow!
I've got a story that I'd like to tell (To tell)
About a young goon who spent half his life in jail (In jail)
He got shot, he lost his mom, his life was hell (Hell)
He got rich off a pot, butter knife and scale (Scale, ahh)
This Promethazine is giving me a toothache (Ache)
The coke jumping out the pot, I need 2 plates (Plates)
It's a drought, I charge 12 for a 2 eight (Eight)
She gotta go if she don't fuck after 2 dates (Dates, uh)
They caught me at the light like BIG and Pac (Pac)
Now I can't leave the crib without 60 shots (Shots)
You wanna try it before you buy it - let's hit the spot (Spot)
But this a whole brick, you gon' need a bigger pot (Pot)
I had 5 drug cases but I spanked 4 (Four)
Now watch me run through this brick like Frank Gore (Gore, ahh)
I call my plug up, and tell him bring 4 (Four)
Then I kidnap his kids and tell him bring more (More)
I was taught to look rich, but think poor (Poor)
And never trust a bitch that ain't yours (Yours)
I learned, you don't need a scale when you sell 'em whole (Whole)
Or when the cops ask you questions, you tell them no (No, nah)
It's the facts of life, drop time tax the price (Tax the price)
I'll have **** land on your crib like a satellite ('Llite)
They say Ab - you too violent, you ain't rapping right (Right)
But I can re-rock a brick and I can wrap it right (Right)
To get money, it's a lot of shit you sacrifice ('Fice)
This popcorn will bring a dead block back to life (Life, ahh)
And I ain't going back to jail, I put a hit on him (Jail)
I tell K shoot him in his face then spit on him (Ahh)
This Prometh' got me stuck in first gear (Gear)
I came home from jail, I was broke my first year (Year)
My mom gave me applications - work where? (Where?)
Man, I walked outside and put work there (There)
Uh (Uh), I had a dream I had a red Phantom (Phantom)
But in real life, trying to duck the fed cameras (Cameras)
I know some broke **** that kill for a bread sandwich (Sandwich)
Rape your girl then beat her with a sledgehammer (Hammer, ahh)
I'm in the strip club, a 100 bottles, bought 'em out (Out)
Last time I made it rain, the bitch bought a house (A house)
You give the work back to him if he short an ounce (Ounce)
So when you cook up, you never dump the water out (Out, ahh)
I hope Allah shine light, on my mom grave (Grave)
I wish I knew a way, I can take my mom place (Place)
Remember when I left coke, on my mom plate? (Plate)
And then she kicked me out, that was '98 (Eight)
I've got a lot of broke dreams, that I can't fix (Fix)
I know a lot of coke fiends, so I became rich (Rich, ahh)
We sell the same drugs, but we ain't got the same flip (Flip)
We got the same gun, but we ain't got a same clip (Clip, ahh)
A pint of lean, and you sippin' on the same zip? (Zip?)
She ate the gun then kissed you with the same lips (Lips, uhh)
I'm down Mexico, talkin' 'bout distribution (Yah)
I took a hundred gram loss, and I just recoupin' (Uh)
They shot me ten times, they must be stupid (Stupid)
I hope their kids catch AIDS, and die from lupus (Ahh)
I'm the type to shoot my gun if I hear noise (Noise)
This baking soda got my pockets on steroids ('Roids)
I've done some fucked up shit, I got no regrets ('Grets)
What they sayin' in their raps, they ain't show me yet (Yet)
Heard they say I just rap, they don't know me yet (Yet)
I'ma make 'em pay homage, 'cause they owe me that! (Ahh)
Written by: Abdul West, Anthony Williams
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