| Tha mudd
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| Movin' packs up out my Granny house
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| Tha mudd
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| Every pack, I’m tryna stretch it out
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| Tha mudd
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| He play wit' mine, I gotta stretch him out
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| Tha mudd
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| Gotta keep milk up in my baby mouth
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| Tha mudd
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| Got a quota that I gotta meet
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| Tha mudd
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| Got a pot, some soda, and some fire D
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| I hope I win shootin' craps
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| It been a long day
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| On tha corner hustlin' everyday
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| I came a long way (Boosie Badazz)
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| We thug in my city
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| We thug
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| I get this shit out tha mudd
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| I never took from tha plug
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| I’m loyal so now I’m tha plug
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| I used to walk in tha mall
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| I couldn’t get nuthin out tha mall
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| This was tha mudd and tha gravy
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| This was tha 90s and 80s
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| We can’t get it
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| We gon' steal it
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| GOD gon' forgive us
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| If he surround us wit' these dealers & these killas
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| A mudd man
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| This for my homies doin' time on that walk
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| I hope you give yo time back
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| I hope you walk nigga
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| Tha mudd
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| When you in tha trenches wit' yo boys man
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| Keep a stick like Tarzan
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| Keep yo hittas on guard man
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| We thank, fuck that
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| We ain’t dying broke
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| We put that on GOD man
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| And nigga this tha mudd
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| We give a shit bout tha plug
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| We get this shit out tha mudd
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| We get this shit out tha mudd
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| We give a fuck bout tha plug
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| We give a shit bout tha plug
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| We get this shit out tha mudd
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| We get this shit out tha mudd
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| We give a fuck bout tha plug
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| I keep a stick like I’m Tarzan
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| Keep me some pounds like I’m weight liftin
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| Yella, Yella in my Maison Margiela’s
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| I’m out my body
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| Like I’m shape shiftin'
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| I got some niggas that keep a automatic
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| Off in tha attic
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| I serve a pack, and skate off like a bandit
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| I’m in tha cut
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| I’m posted like a bandit
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| 2 cups stuffed up
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| Fucked up, bucked up
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| Fuck all that other shit
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| Niggas want beef
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| And I had bout enough of this
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| Stick to tha code
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| Don’t call me by my government
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| I saw 100 bands
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| Fell in love wit' it
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| Oh
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| Fell in love wit tha coke
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| Runnin' thru packs on tha regular
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| Oooh
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| Word on tha street
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| That Yung Bleu, he tha truth
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| I’m wit some yung niggas
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| We on tha loose
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| Choppers on deck
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| We pop up wit a few
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| I’m in tha dirty A, pop out tha roof
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| I’m that yung nigga that still got tha juice
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| Syndicate shit
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| U can’t fuck wit tha crew
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| Last nigga did went missin'
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| U know that we don’t play that dissin'
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| U know that we don’t play that dissin'
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| When you in tha trenches wit' yo boys man
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| Keep a stick like Tarzan
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| Keep yo hittas on guard man
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| We think, fuck that
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| We ain’t dying broke
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| We put that on GOD man
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| And nigga this tha mudd
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| We give a shit bout tha plug
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| We get this shit out tha mudd
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| We get this shit out tha mudd
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| We give a fuck bout tha plug
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| We give a shit bout tha plug
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| We get this shit out tha mudd
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| We get this shit out tha mudd
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| We give a fuck bout tha plug |