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40 mo' reasons - mudbaby ru lyrics

[intro]
(haha, avo)
(will, what that is?)
(do you not get the koncept? haha)
you know it, ayy

[chorus]
forty somethin’ reasons
hit the block, left a f*ck n*gga dead (grrah)
he was talkin’ too much, shouldn’t have said what he said, i got pape’ if you hit him with lead (phew, phew)
lullaby, how the bl!cky be singin’ to n*ggas, that switchy’ll put you to bed (grrah)
uh, hey (uh*uh, ah)

[verse 1]
ayy, you can see in they eyes, my lil’ n*ggas some demons, we really bump down with them dracs (fah, grrah*grrah)
walk in your spot and take over your spot, put the k in your face
n*gga, empty the safe (ayy, woah)
we can’t fall out ’bout no p*ssy, b*tches, hoes, but we can bump heads ’bout pape’ (don’t play ’bout the money)
latе night creepin’, gettin’ off in the back of the lamb’ (skrrt), bеt a opp won’t hit this gate
they say i don’t be in the hood, what that be about? n*gga, i’m on the block with the guys (i’m on the block with the guys)
i don’t really f*ck with these rappers, them n*ggas be lyin’ (skrrt, skrrt), this sh*t real life not rhymes (frrt)
long live pooh, i don’t even gotta speak on wax, n*ggas know what we did ’bout nine (he know what we did, okay)
he said, “crack a four,” so i’m crackin’ a four, i’m ride right or wrong with lil’ dude every time (oh, okay, oh, okay)
ride right or wrong with lil’ dude off the dribble
wheelchair gang, we’ll leave your sh*t cripple (crip)
opp got hit with a binary chopper (frrt, frrt), that boy thought it was gone, so he totin’ in the ‘spital (frrt, frrt)
topped me an opp in the top of his sh*t, that boy shoulder was leanin’, young dro’d me a n*gga (what?)
opps ain’t hittin’ on sh*t, folk died with a switch, b*tch, shoot, stop posin’ for pictures
he dissed, got big bro smoked in a swisher (yup)
you know we spark sh*t like a lighter (let’s go)
boxed for his life, lil’ homie a fighter, we hit sh*t up, then dip in a striker (skrrt)
got forty mo’ reasons why n*ggas can’t play with the gang, n*gga know that we leave sh*t lifeless (i’m sorry)
head chop him just for thinkin’ sh*t sweet, i can march on the g, then we do sh*t triflin’, let’s go (let’s go)
[chorus]
forty somethin’ reasons (yup)
hit the block, left a f*ck n*gga dead (yup)
he was talkin’ too much, shouldn’t have said what he said (shh), i got pape’ if you hit him with lead (yeah, got lead, boy)
lullaby, how the bl!cky be singin’ to n*ggas, that switchy’ll put you to bed (f*ck n*gga playin’)
‘fore you play, i’ll go eat a spread (uh*uh, uh*uh)
send his ass to the doc’, put the boy on the med (ah*ah, yeah)

[verse 2]
opp get dropped, l’ma do my lil’ dance
we posted, forty somethin’ deep in the land (we posted, forty somethin’ deep)
my b*tch, she bougie, she won’t eat the man (phew), but you finna suck what i whip out these pants
amiri’s too tight, gotta switch up the brand (phew, phew)
moncler on the jacket, one k on the tag (phew)
i been havin’ sh*t, why the f*ck i’ma brag? you not havin’ sh*t, still broke on your ass (ha)
4be, man, splat, you know that i’m k!llin’ for this (let’s go)
pull the k by them letters, we catchin’ your hat (uh, don’t leave your sh*t on there)
we come through fast, chop’ hittin’ at your head, we leave sh*t bald (bling), brazilian wax (phew)
can’t f*ck with a ho that got kids, bae, soon as you leave, i’m sorry (i’m sorry), i’m eatin’ they snacks (ayy)
but i f*cked on the opp baby mama, she put me to bed, i was shocked how she throwin’ it back (throw, let’s go)
thirty k for the smile, no cap, sh*t hit (bling)
i’m with belichick, how i’m sendin’ the blitz (we go)
sh*t crazy, i got me a bl!ck from an old head, now i’m the old head givin’ out bl!cks (let’s go, let’s go)
the opps, they hoes, they never on sh*t
they just wanna troll, they got my drop, but l’ma pop out on the block with a switch (grrah, phew)
these n*ggas hoes, they shootin’ at the bricks
[chorus]
forty somethin’ reasons (phew)
hit the block, left a f*ck n*gga dead (playin’)
he was talkin’ too much, shouldn’t have said what he said, i got pape’ if you hit him with lead (baow, baow, grrah)
lullaby, how the bl!cky be singin’ to n*ggas, that switchy’ll put you to bed (how?)
‘fore you play, i’ll go eat a spread
send his ass to the doc’, put the boy on the meds (grrah)

[verse 3]
ayy, siri who f*ckin’ with me?
n0body, i don’t see no competition (what else?)
got a hundred somethin’ shots for the opposition (d*mn)
catch him loafin’, that boy sleepin’ with the fishes (for real)
know we wipin’ sh*t down like we doin’ dishes (hey)
need a new suit and tie, how we stand on business (what else?)
i’ma send the best youngins to go on missions (yeah)
drop a bag on his head and his story finished (okay)

[outro]
okay, forty somethin’ reasons (phew)
hit the block, left a f*ck n*gga dead (let’s go)
he was talkin’ too much, shouldn’t have said what he said (shh), i got pape’ if you hit him with lead (baow)
lullaby, how the bl!cky be singin’ to n*ggas, that switchy’ll put you to bed (fah, fah, grrah)
‘fore you play, i’ll go eat a spread
send his ass to the doc’, put the boy on the meds (phew, grrah)
f*ck you mean?
what the boy can’t take it? get your ass on
n*gga better—
even though he f*ckin’ murder

- mudbaby ru lyrics

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