Out Da Mud

Lil Teej.p (Chorus)
I was deep inside dat mud,
I hadda dig to get a jug.
Niggas always been like bugs,
I fucked around wit em big thugs,
I keep these rumours down my mug,
Fuck a bitch,it's first my plug,
Shot a robber wit a hoodie, pussy tried hitta dug.
Been blessed like fuck,goons came and rub.
Hit em wit a stick,im finna get cage block,
Split up one your own,make sure u hang like dreadlocks,
Meet up in da hood,no nigga sold like weed stocks,

Lil Teej.p (Verse1)
I ain't like fightin these haters,my pushes hit be rocks
I came out da mud,i aint go leave no dirty marks
I'm a rapper on my own for the hood ima bark,
I ain't give n fuck bout daylight or dark,
Move threw rain wit my full stocks.
Ain't squashin no beef, I'm a dogg
All the way from South to west
Cube links dance& shine the best,
Switching my moods might kill the rest,
Look at these bitches be hangin my chest
Don't die it's survival game chess
Ain't leaving my hood that might be a mess
From a 100 to 50 we are less,
Yeah told mama I'll get a fuckin degree
But left school at grade9 gee,
Yah that was bad for her
Her hard working she even paid for school fee
It all cause of me,
Now I gotta make a fee

Lil Teej.p (chorus)
I was deep inside dat mud,
I hadda dig to get a jug.
Niggas always been like bugs,
I fucked around wit em big thugs,
I keep these rumours down my mug,
Fuck a bitch,it's first my plug,
Shot a robber wit a hoodie, pussy tried hitta dug.
Been blessed like fuck,goons came and rub.
Hit em wit a stick,im finna get cage block,
Split up one your own,make sure u hang like dreadlocks,
Meet up in da hood,no nigga sold like weed stocks,

D.O.G (Verse2)
Money on me,drip is so high.
I'm gettin em blunts,niggas is crazy.
One day is one day,see me on TV,that is my dream.
Fuck all these,they hatin on me.
Check out Insta,whole lot of pics.
Your girl is a hoe why she check-in on me.
Keeping my passion waiting for fame,I just came in the game.
Am running ma race.
And am keepin ma pace.
If this is ok(yah)
Most of these niggas they hatin the king,D.O.G Wit 4kT.
Omg I made it out.
I don't do the talkin wasn't ma thing.
Young goat,I came from the streets.
U huhh yeah I came from the streets (yeah,yeah).
Wasn't ma thing Iight pull up today.
I've been running wasn't my thing

Lil Teej.p (chorus)
I was deep inside dat mud,
I hadda dig to get a jug.
Niggas always been like bugs,
I fucked around wit em big thugs,
I keep these rumours down my mug,
Fuck a bitch,it's first my plug,
Shot a robber wit a hoodie, pussy tried hitta dug.
Been blessed like fuck,goons came and rub.
Hit em wit a stick,im finna get cage block,
Split up one your own,make sure u hang like dreadlocks,
Meet up in da hood,no nigga sold like weed stocks,



Credits
Writer(s): George Kala, Jeremiah Javell Simmons, Kristijan Bozic
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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