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ysb og - got it out da mud lyrics
[intro: kane grocerys & ]
taliban world
og sh_t
(i’m working on dying)
[chorus: kane grocerys]
28s on the hummer with the candy paint
ridin’ ’round town with lil rari smoking dank
i don’t wanna hit the p_ssy ’cause the p_ssy stank
got it out the mud, you can’t tell me what i ain’t
big choppa on me, n_gga, make ya ass faint
used to eat off plastic plates, now i’m eating steak
i’m in love with this sh_t, f_ck, you n_ggas fake
sick gang all day, taliban day
[verse 1: sickboyrari]
[?]
[?] diamonds drippin’ like i’m [?]
sh_t, soulja rags [?]
still [?] out the mud, still yellin’ “yank”
sh_t, still yellin’ “yount”, i done lost count
aye, walk in the mall, i done lost count
dope runnas on my feet, b_tch i’m runnin’ ’round
do the dash, lil n_gga, know i’m comin’ down
sh_t, ridin’ yellow hummer with a [?]
2k19 [?]
sh_t [?]
[?]
[chorus: kane grocerys]
28s on the hummer with the candy paint
ridin’ ’round town with lil rari smoking dank
i don’t wanna hit the p_ssy ’cause the p_ssy stank
got it out the mud, you can’t tell me what i ain’t
big choppa on me, n_gga, make ya ass faint
used to eat off plastic plates, now i’m eating steak
i’m in love with this sh_t, f_ck, you n_ggas fake
sick gang all day, taliban day
[verse 2: kane grocerys]
still in the trap, make a b_tch faint
walk up in my house, might get yo ass shanked
big_ass blades and some hand grenades
lil rari in the trap, he countin’ bank
lil b_tch trippin’, making her booty shake
smokin’ on some sh_t that n0body [?]
sippin’ fours of lean in the faygo [?]
stepped on fours, n_gga, still struglin’, mane
got it out the mud, f_ck, you n_ggas fake
big_ass choppa blow yo ass away
i don’t give a f_ck if i die today
shinin’ for my n_ggas, cause the sky [?]
audi r8 when i wanna skate
diamonds drippin’ on me like i’m ricky lake
soulja, ragged up on my f_cking face
taliban’d up, n_gga, sick gang
[chorus: kane grocerys]
28s on the hummer with the candy paint
ridin’ ’round town with lil rari smoking dank
i don’t wanna hit the p_ssy ’cause the p_ssy stank
got it out the mud, you can’t tell me what i ain’t
big choppa on me, n_gga, make ya ass faint
used to eat off plastic plates, now i’m eating steak
i’m in love with this sh_t, f_ck, you n_ggas fake
sick gang all day, taliban day
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