| I’m poppin' up electric
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| My boogie go in sections
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| I’m risin' up erections
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| My balls give you lessons
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| My hair don’t you mess with
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| My pubic in that Lexus
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| I ride down through Texas
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| My tour bus through exits
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| These girls get my attention
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| Them wheels on them Benzes
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| I film night car lenses
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| I get gas in Memphis
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| She measure up my inches
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| I’m raw yo, pretentious
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| I rent rooms, make cents
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| That thong’s wet, let’s get it in
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| No conscience, let’s do it again
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| Repeat this, it’s Loch Ness
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| Monsters, watch this
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| Belaire bottles, no Sunkist
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| I run this, hundreds
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| These women come, they tongue-kiss
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| We drink a fifth, no competish
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| You clean the spoons, wash the dish
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| (Verse 2: Kool Keith)
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| Innovate, percolate
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| Scale up, show ‘em weight
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| In their face, watch more
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| Free base, blue smoke
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| Prepaid, motel
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| Getting laid, watermelon
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| Sit in the shade, Cadillac
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| Grey escalade, Gatorade
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| Pay to play, Minute Maid
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| Orange juice, I’m finished maid
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| Bowling ball, down the lane
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| Comes with ice, cellophane
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| Styrofoam, on your phone
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| People call, I’m not home
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| Kenneth Cole, push trucker’s loads
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| Carry out them ozones
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| Girls love me like Mike Jones
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| With lights on, with Nikes on
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| Jump strong and jump long
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| Women rise, they jumpin' thongs
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| I beat my chest like King Kong
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| Moet Nect, six Chandons
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| She waitin' to take them pants off
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| (Mug up that, mug up that)
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| (Verse 3: Project Pat)
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| Hennessy, spread like Tennessee
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| You know Project B
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| Sippin' on that shit all day
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| Loan, it’s gon' cost a fee
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| If you ain’t got no money, you’s a damn fool
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| If you ain’t got no damn bread, you gon' lose
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| Them choppas get to spittin', bodies get to flip (All day)
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| Bony nigga’s pockets and I get to spend (All day)
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| Guess I did, she goin'
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| All these bitches hoein'
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| Aw man, that’s your bitch, ‘scuse me, she goin'
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| She swallowin' up dick like Pac Man eat dots
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| This bitch ain’t nothin' but a mothafuckin' thot
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| She had me in yo' house, had me at yo' spot
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| And that’s why to yo' head bitch, it’s a Glock
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| (Outro: Kool Keith) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mug Up , by - Kool Keith. Song from the album Controller of Trap, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп