Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Mud, artist - Carnage. Date of issue: 29.10.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Mud |
| But I be in a lot shit so I keep it on the real |
| I robbed a couple niggas |
| Took some bricks from some people |
| Recently, right before that umm |
| Like, I’ve been around a lot people who do a lot of bad shit |
| Hey, hey, hey |
| Oh, damn, Oh Jesus |
| Hey, hey, hey |
| Oh Jesus, Carnage, hey |
| Hey, damn, damn, damn |
| It’s a whole lot of money that I’m dreaming on |
| Billion with the ten yeah, the millions some |
| We should win the mud, we should win the grind |
| That’s why everybody love to see a young’n shine |
| Put them haters outta sight make them lose they mind |
| Ain’t gon' say you haven’t been real cause you been on your grind |
| They call you for that money when it’s rainy time |
| That’s why everybody love to see a young’n shine |
| Damn, oh no, oh no they see it coming |
| Predictions dismal for these PO niggas |
| Shining starter when it’s prime time |
| Just like Deion Sanders vs. Mr Flanders |
| For the famine, call the family |
| I’m a bring the mayhem |
| I’m a show them Carnage savage |
| Then these bodies get the verses, off the satisfaction |
| Just to say I did it |
| History written by the winner so all these goons they not winning |
| Pussy niggas said I wouldn’t, how could I forget you |
| I on' know your name, just a mental picture |
| Let em know scribble, scribble hit spot, I’m a keep the torch |
| How you love cappin' from the porch |
| And you PUC finesse the sport |
| 91 more, got a million I’m a work for it |
| How you love cappin' from the porch |
| And you PUC finesse the sport |
| 91 more, got a million I’m a work for it |
| Yeah, yeah |
| It’s a whole lot of money that I’m dreaming on |
| Billion with the ten yeah, the millions some |
| We should win the mud, we should win the grind |
| That’s why everybody love to see a young’n shine |
| Put them haters outta sight make them lose they mind |
| Ain’t gon' say you haven’t been real cause you been on your grind |
| They call you for that money when it’s rainy time |
| That’s why everybody love to see a young’n shine |
| Damn, wanna win by the bench or court |
| It is crunch time, come on play the role |
| I was almost gone before the fourth |
| On my day in court, seen a snitch nigga |
| Crazy shit he used to be my friend |
| Now he sold us all for 50 cents |
| We will, what a cheap feeling, that’s the city thrill |
| I’ll understand, where the training cap |
| Taking niggas off the map |
| Feeling on the trigger, have my back |
| One man on the scout |
| Wrestle money for the drought |
| Wrestle money, did he tell on the stone cold |
| Couple hundreds, get it how you live |
| Get it how you wanna, do it big |
| With your little homies, fuck the standard |
| We don’t eat balogna, shotta hoes |
| And we gon' work the standard |
| Latinas when the phone ring, the phone ring |
| It’s the new fling talking very naughty |
| I’m a kill her pussy, I’m a catch her body |
| When she feeling her type of love, she thinking |
| Even when I hold the counter shit and the bitches money |
| It’s a whole lot of money that I’m dreaming on |
| Billion with the ten yeah, the millions some |
| We should win the mud, we should win the grind |
| That’s why everybody love to see a young’n shine |
| Put them haters outta sight make them lose they mind |
| Ain’t gon' say you haven’t been real cause you been on your grind |
| They call you for that money when it’s rainy time |
| That’s why everybody love to see a young’n shine |
| Damn, damn! |