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Muddy Cup
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DaBoii
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Reuel stop playing with these n***as Stop playing b*t*h, have you ever seen a hundred hundreds? (Tenball) Yes I'm seventeen with a lot of money It's a couple n***as hating but they b*t*hes love me Before I ever go broke, I'ma rob a junkie Knock, knock, I'm at your door, where's Ling Ling? Not 24 carat p*ssy, it's a bing bing It's four in the morning off a six ounce If she ain't tryna suck no d**k, kick the b*t*h out (Get the f**k out) I just made a twenty ball in less than seven days To be a millionaire you gotta get it seven ways I'm on my sixth, I'm just tryna check the seventh play Stand sixty b*t*h I coulda been dropped a chain (Sixty bands) Yes b*t*h I coulda been dropped a coupe But I flood the trap with birds like a pigeon coup Bought ten Percocets then I took two TSA don't know sh*t, I can get it through (Get it through) Ayy MoneyBags ayy And I ain't answering my phone right now, I'm occupied Can't you see me checking traps? I gotta count the flies Don't you come up over here 'cause I do not advise I got so high I was scared to sleep, thought I was 'bout to die b*t*h I'm back up on that sh*t like I'm a f**king fly And I ain't f**king with them n***as on the other side b*t*h I look like a BB dub, and got some thunder thigh You ain't no demon n***as sweeter than some pumpkin pie I coulda slipped in n***a's house and tied his mama up You bragging 'bout a hundred ball, that sh*t is not enough Like who the f**k beat up my pants? My pockets knotted up I put that sh*t up in the pot it got to rocking up When we heard suckas in the party, got to rocking up Your plug got fentanyl in his percs you n***as get shot with us And I won't even bust a knock if he don't cop enough Your stomach's fiddling when I'm sliding, I got a lot of guts I know a lot of different ways to make your money dub Yes my b*t*h a neat freak but this a muddy cup Your mans got on a pink bandana he a funny thug I catch you f**king with them suckas, catch a sluggy slug I told a nerd I had some mac it was a eight of tricks n***a even when I'm lying I ain't faking sh*t Got your b*t*h star struck I told her, "Make a wish" Before she made it I was gone 'cause I had pay to get And I just can't do any feature, what's your resume? Poured up a six I don't remember nothing from yesterday All big bills, this sh*t heavy, you n***as featherweights I bet this forty cook a opp and make 'em rest the plate I'll send a n***a up and make 'em rest in space I'll send a n***a up into the heaven gates Oh your n***a love to flex? Then baby set the play And let a n***a touch the ice, he gon' be dead today b*t*h
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