Mudd Baby

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Ooh
 Ca$h Out, what it do do do?
 Ooh-wee (shit)
 Back again
 Iced Up Records
 Yeah
 Yeah, lay in yo' shit
 Quick to blow on that chopper, it just stay on shit
 Fuck the coppers, oppers like a butler, I just wait on shit
 Goofy niggas trappin' for three weeks and still ain't made some shit
 I got so much frost on this new Rollie like I sprayed a wrist
 No 36, we rock 41s all day, and date a bitch
 Made me like five million in one year, bitch, I was made for this
 Fuck the talkin', never do no lackin', up and spray the blick
 Flashin' hella jewelry at yo' show, we come and takin' shit
 Hm, ooh, bitch, I do major shit
 All this jewelry light up my whole neck, look like the Vegas Strip
 Real rasta, bought me a new mansion, cost me 80 bricks
 You in the streets and still ain't touched a mil', you on some lazy shit
 Crack a seal, finna drink it all, ain't on no savin' shit
 Mix the Fendi up with that Dior, I love that Bathing shit
 Hit the road, took ten thousand pills between bangin' Tris
 Told my bitch to stuff it in her coochie, had to train a bitch
 Stretch the work, do that shit like yoga, that's my trainer bitch
 Turn that chopper up like a lil' kid, I bend and spank some shit
 You the opposite of number two, that mean you ain't the shit
 Hit the club and throw me up ten racks, I love the rain and shit
 Ghetto girl and she got a fatty, that's my favorite bitch
 Got the same bottles in my kitchen, that's my baby sip
 Got extension on me, it hold 30, end up paintin' shit
 My mama said I got some screws loose, I need some maintenance
 Private jet, oh, we in first class, ain't on no basic shit
 Fucked around and got another opp, he on the waiting list
 All my homies play in the background because they ain't legit
 Lot of habits, need to quit my cup, I can't be taking this
 Ooh, yeah, I never fake with stick
 Pour me up a three in a cream soda, this a Faygo twist
 Niggas in the game and fallin' out on some flagrant shit
 How you gang and go against the guys? Yeah, that's plagiarist
 Pop a Xanny, mix it with a flat, love the zapin' shit
 Hella shooters blow shit like a hookah, love to vape and shit
 Told her I can't love you like my drink, but love yo' nakedness
 Grinded long but this shit paying off, yeah, that's what patience get
 Catch 'em flexing, we gon' get to steppin', Alpha Beta shit
 Baby Glock, the clip that's pokin' out look like a taser stick
 Cuddy told me if he wacked a witness, get the case dismissed
 Brick or dog, break it down in chunks, it look like bagel bits (like bagel bits)
 

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Duration
02:43
Key
1
Tempo
153 BPM

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