| Blatt! |
| Blatt! |
| Blatt! |
| Jeeee~
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| I make the pop flip
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| I’m stacking my chips
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| Like I’m in Vegas
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| She gotta have hips
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| Ain’t fucking no RIP
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| My car is the latest
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| My pockets on blimp
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| I’m pissing out zips
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| My kids are lazy
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| Keys all on my cars
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| I shine like a star
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| I’m higher than Mars, ohh
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| My jewelry is winning, no poo
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| And this street shit is in me, Ryu
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| I got tats on my fore arms
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| I smoke more trees than a Palm
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| Hey and I’m…blowing, no bomb
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| That FN I got is bout loud as a car alarm
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| I told her jump inside the bed
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| I told her open up ya legs
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| I told her come and use ya head
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| These niggas beefing over bread
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| These niggas talking to the Feds
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| I just go burn a pound of Meds
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| I buy a brick and shake a leg
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| I had to go and get it out the mud
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| I had to turn myself in to a plug
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| Ain’t nobody want to show me love
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| I had to crawl out from the slums
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| I cut half these niggas off
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| Cause half these niggas too soft
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| I had to bounce back when I lost
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| Ran it up now a nigga on me
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| I went to Arizona for a minute
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| Buy the boy just a cheaper ticket
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| Baby girl let a plug hit it
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| I’m a beast when them drugs in me
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| I’m with the growers out at Cali
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| They just be tossing bags at me
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| These niggas use to laugh at me
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| Now these bitches throwing ass at me
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| Ain’t have a shoulder to lean on
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| Ain’t have an OG to put me on
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| Ran up a hundred thousand on my own
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| Ran up a hundred thousand from the strong
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| I’m kicking bitches out the coupe
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| I’m giving speeches to the troops
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| Grab the F n N and let it loose
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| I just can’t snitch on my connect
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| I just can’t go for disrespect
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| Pour a 40 ease all the stress
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| Don’t make me break a little nigga neck
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| Streets turning a nigga to a monster
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| Swear to god a nigga eating Lobster
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| I keep a cart by all the robbers
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| That’s a hundred rounds for all my problems
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| I told her jump inside the bed
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| I told her open up ya legs
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| I told her come and use ya head
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| These niggas beefing over bread
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| These niggas talking to the Feds
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| I just go burn a pound of Meds
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| I buy a brick and shake a leg
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| I had to go and get it out the mud
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| I had to turn myself in to a plug
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| Ain’t nobody want to show me love
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| I had to crawl out from the slums
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| I cut half these niggas off
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| Cause half these niggas too soft
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| I had to bounce back when I lost
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| Ran it up now a nigga on me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Out the Mud , by - Money Man. Song from the album Black Circle 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп