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out da mud - bruno mali kidd lyrics

[verse 1: bruno mali]
still naughty-by-nature
been talkin’ ben franklin
belaire’s by preference
pop a bottle, we drinkin’
couldn’t p-ss without smoking
light it up and we stinking
[?]
i could see your ship sinking
red beam with my glock, what the f-ck was you thinking
forty-five on my watch, another double my payment
drop the top on that chevy
turn it up and we crankin’
it’s a grown man game, lay ’em down and we spank ’em
fiends calling my name
youngin’ carry on for me
gold bottle, black bottle
[?] homecoming
you sleeping, keep sleeping
i want the very long money
i bought the dallas cowboys, i’m talking jerry jones money
six g’s in that bag, [?] in my phantom
c-ke powder my desk, i think i’m tony montana
like 20 g’s in that bag, my b-tch’ll’ make them broads jealous
right now she rockin’ red bottoms, i’m draped in maison margela’s

[chorus (repeat 3x)]
i’m from the dirty dirty
baby you know i come from the mud with it
i hung with the kidnappers
original gangsters and drug dealers
i jumped out the porch since fifteen
i fell in love with it
i went and hit a lick for blood money
i pay the plug with it

[verse 2]

- bruno mali kidd lyrics

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