out tha mud - vuitton lyrics
[intro]
(vui steppin with*)
i got drank up in my cup
in that whip we cut sh*t up
only smokin’ on his guts
your b*tch choking on these nuts
i’m tryna take that b*tch out the mud
said yo’ n*gga know me, yeah
p*ssy ah n*gga don’t know me, yeah
[verse]
pull up, crib lets have some fun
walk outside i keep my gun
i was screaming free my son
put your b*tch hair in a bun
i’m trynna give her a son
love your nine, or you outta luck
i’m tryna take that b*tch out the mud
y’all ain’t ’bout things, yeah i doubt
[verse]
(i’m tryna take that b*tch out the mud)
wallet* wallet full of bricks
tag your n*gga in a post you know it’s clips
i’m with gang it’s real runtz in this b*tch
your b*tch put her real tongue on this d*ck
you trynna sneak a shot, think you sl!ck
talkin’ with his chest, he need vicks
i mix some benny in the henny, take a trip
one false move i make a t*shirt with his pic
baby therе ain’t nothing we can fix
i was trappin’ out the highschool, with the cliquе
you was out here mixing fake xans with the nic
n*ggas in my city be so p*ssy, easy l!ck
all these n*ggas is so sh*tty like the knicks
tag your n*gga in a post, he my pick
heard he spittin’ so we put him in the mix
they be dying, they be going missing, and it’s rip
[outro]
(i’m tryna take that b*tch out the mud)
(i’m tryna take that b*tch out the mud)
(i’m tryna take that b*tch out the mud)
(i’m tryna*)
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