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trapboy freddy - mud كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
shun on da beat
hoo

[chorus]
pineapple fanta, i’m sippin’ mud
drinkin’ that drink over bottle drugs
i know them n-ggas ain’t ’bout it all
i got this sh-t here up out the mud
ayy, not enough, n-gga, make ’em madder
young n-gga eatin’ good, gettin’ fatter
young n-gga done ran that sack up
y’all n-ggas gon’ need some back-up
pineapple fanta, i’m sippin’ mud
drinkin’ that drink over bottle drugs
i know them n-ggas ain’t ’bout it all
i got this sh-t here up out the mud
ayy, not enough, n-gga, make ’em madder
young n-gga eatin’ good, gettin’ fatter
young n-gga done ran that sack up
y’all n-ggas gon’ need some back-up

[verse 1]
make a n-gga spot jump, jordan
in apartments sellin’ that water
we ain’t go to school, n-gga, we was on that block
pushin’ that rock, tryna make a way out
got that game from the old n-ggas
i see right through these gold diggers
she wanna f-ck with me, now the bankroll bigger
nah, i don’t owe nan’ one of these n-ggas
if i ain’t sleep on the floor with you
n-gga, you can miss me with it
sippin’ that red, i’m dizzy
my ex-b-tch say she miss me
pull up on me, can’t kiss me
i don’t know where your lip went
put your head on my lap, spread your lipstick
ayy, hit that b-tch like hit stick
b-tch, i’ma ball, yeah, for sure that
ain’t havin’ that money, she a throwback
if you owe, we gon’ pay that
or we gon’ bring it where you stay at
i’m ’bout the drama, n-gga
i put your mama in it
stop that hollerin’, n-gga
i can’t wait ’til they find that n-gga

[verse 2]
sippin’ that white girl, hannah
might book me a flight to atlanta
when the pot get hot, can’t handle
might gotta light that candle
smellin’ that dope in the living room
cook up a crumb, gotta get a spoon
sellin’ that dope since middle school
runnin’ through o’s all through the school
get you two blunts for five dollars
cigar boxed up in my socks
pocket on swole like a hot pocket
any drug you want, n-gga, i got it
b-tch, i’m the man like old boy
i been the man since corduroys
two-hundred thousand in the car garage
get to steppin’, motherf-cker, like marty mar
look at me now, i’m dripped up
pray to god i don’t get picked up
thirty gram, drip my wrist up
i’m holdin’ your b-tch ransom
rip my granny, know you proud of your grandson
i’m goin’ to the bank, dunkin’ on ’em, and one

- trapboy freddy

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