Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Mud , by - Ramirez. Release date: 05.01.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Mud |
| Bitch I’m from the mud |
| Come around here it ain’t no love |
| Just some shady niggas with some drugs |
| I can see, I can see, I can see, I can see |
| The truth but you won’t belive what I know |
| I can’t fuck around like before |
| Get up out my way I’m on the go |
| I can’t balance all these highs and lows |
| Play your mane, this the game I chose |
| Voices in my head, I’m seeing red |
| I’m just livin' life till I’m dead |
| Pop the Xan, can’t get out the bed |
| It’s a cemetery underneath my shed |
| Pacin' back and forth and I’m twitchin' |
| Starin' at the moon, something missin' |
| Roll the swisha up then I’m kissin' |
| Thinking 'bout the past and what’s missin' |
| Low life cracker with a cocaine flow |
| Back on the block servin' lean, yeen know |
| I got 'em for the low |
| You try’na get some more, let me know |
| Got the plug speed dial in my phone |
| Metro Boomin' out the hood where the bitch can tell a lie |
| But I’m riddled like a book |
| Straight leavin' like Suge |
| Jumped out the mud bitch, what’s up? |
| Bombay Gin and then the lean up in my cup |
| I need to slow down, get my mind straight hold up |
| Been out in Houston |
| Man goddamn I done broke them boys off |
| On some shit you ain’t familiar with, throw it from the South |
| Watch your mouth, cut it out 'fore I have to gut it out |
| Talkin' shit about some shit that you don’t even know about |
| Bitch I’m from the mud |
| Come around here it ain’t no love |
| Just some shady niggas with some drugs |
| I can see, I can see, I can see, I can see |
| The truth but you won’t belive what I know |
| I can’t fuck around like before |
| Get up out my way I’m on the go |
| I can’t balance all these highs and lows |
| Play your mane, this the game I chose |
| This the motherfuckin' game I chose |
| Ay, bitch I’m try’na keep my wrist froze aye |
| Rolex wrist workin' bitch I’m throwed ayy |
| With the pots and pans bitch I’m cold aye |
| In the kitchen on the motherfuckin' stove ayy |
| Whippin' up them beats, bitch stay throwed ay |
| Like Pimp C got a pocket full of stones aye |
| Comin' down grippin' on the chrome ayy |
| The Glock 45 with the |
| Cold blooded motherfuckers, don’t even try us |
| G.O.D.S and we ruthless, we leave em toothless |
| 47 ways of leavin' nigga in bruises |
| Heartbeats turn to flat lines |
| Fuckin' with the clique then I gotta pull your spine |
| Gankin' any sucka cause I gotta get mine |
| Fuckin' with the wrong then you gotta pay a fine |
| Fuckin' with the killer you end up a ghost |
| You don’t even know |
| Voice in my head tellin' me kill some more |
| Aim at his throat |
| Lurkin' through the shadows with these blades |
| Fuckin' with the clique then you got a price to pay |
| Walk into the cemetery, take my own life away |
| Don’t give a fuck to begin to pray |
| Dear God as I walk through the valleys of the shadow of death I will fear no |
| evil |
| For thou art with me, thy rod and thy staff they comfort me and I am no longer |
| fearing |
| Dear God as I walk through the valleys of the shadow of death I will fear no |
| evil |
| For thou art with me, thy rod and thy staff they comfort me and I am no longer |
| fearing |
| Dear God as I walk through the valleys of the shadow of death I will fear no |
| evil |
| For thou art with me, thy rod and thy staff they comfort me and I am no longer |
| fearing |
| Dear God, dear God, dear God |
| Look into my eyes |