Muddy Thoughts (Rough)
Ya yea, ya yea, ya yea
Ya yea, ya yea
Yea, alright, woah
Put in my blood, sweat, and tears
This shit ain't fasho
I been going through some things
Might just pour a four
Yea whip a nigga nose like he got a cold
Still got everything for sale this shit goin fasho
Why the fuck these niggas wanna be my enemies?
These niggas living in disguise
These niggas ain't who they claim to be
Grandson done always kept it a thou with me
These niggas mad they gotta pay the fee
This shit I got on it ain't cheap
I keep a slime petite bitch with some pretty feet
I cut a lot of niggas off that's how it's gotta be
I know alot of shit my fault put the blame on me
Came up out da mud these niggas ain't got no dirt on me
Baby girl what's up? (What's hannin)
I be sipping nun but pain inside this cup
Everything they wanna be, they nothing like us
Pour a four inside my drank ok let's turn it up
Ya yea, ya yea, ya yea
Ya yea, ya yea, ya yea
Ya
Fucked that hoe so good now she wanna mind my business
I gotta get some money I can't lay up in it
Tom ford shades all I see is digits
She know I'm da realest she hate to admit it
She can't even catch up with the time I'm on
Looking at my life in this styrofoam
You ain't even serious I hear in your tone
I can't go back on my word this shit set in stone
Baby girl what's up?
I be sipping nun but pain inside this cup
Everything they wanna be, they nothing like us
Pour a four inside my drank ok let's turn it up
Ya yea, ya yea, ya yea
Ya yea, ya yea, ya yea
Ya
Ya yea, ya yea
Yea, alright, woah
Put in my blood, sweat, and tears
This shit ain't fasho
I been going through some things
Might just pour a four
Yea whip a nigga nose like he got a cold
Still got everything for sale this shit goin fasho
Why the fuck these niggas wanna be my enemies?
These niggas living in disguise
These niggas ain't who they claim to be
Grandson done always kept it a thou with me
These niggas mad they gotta pay the fee
This shit I got on it ain't cheap
I keep a slime petite bitch with some pretty feet
I cut a lot of niggas off that's how it's gotta be
I know alot of shit my fault put the blame on me
Came up out da mud these niggas ain't got no dirt on me
Baby girl what's up? (What's hannin)
I be sipping nun but pain inside this cup
Everything they wanna be, they nothing like us
Pour a four inside my drank ok let's turn it up
Ya yea, ya yea, ya yea
Ya yea, ya yea, ya yea
Ya
Fucked that hoe so good now she wanna mind my business
I gotta get some money I can't lay up in it
Tom ford shades all I see is digits
She know I'm da realest she hate to admit it
She can't even catch up with the time I'm on
Looking at my life in this styrofoam
You ain't even serious I hear in your tone
I can't go back on my word this shit set in stone
Baby girl what's up?
I be sipping nun but pain inside this cup
Everything they wanna be, they nothing like us
Pour a four inside my drank ok let's turn it up
Ya yea, ya yea, ya yea
Ya yea, ya yea, ya yea
Ya
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