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Muddy Cup
by
Daboii
Featuring(s) : MoneyBags Buzz
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Reuel stop playing with these niggas [MoneyBagz Buzz] Stop playing Bitch, have you ever seen a hundred hundreds? (Tenball) Yes I'm seventeen with a lot of money It's a couple niggas hating but they bitches 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 pissy, it's a bing bing It's four in the morning off a six ounce If she ain't tryna suck no dick, kick the bitch out (Get the f*ck 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 bitch I coulda been dropped a chain (Sixty bands) Yes bitch 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 shit, I can get it through (Get it through) Ayy MoneyBags ayy [DaBoii] 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 Bitch I'm back up on that shit like I'm a f*cking fly And I ain't f*cking with them niggas on the other side Bitch I look like a BB dub, and got some thunder thigh You ain't no demon niggas sweeter than some pumpkin pie I coulda slipped in nigga's house and tied his mama up You bragging 'bout a hundred ball, that shit is not enough Like who the f*ck beat up my pants? My pockets knotted up I put that shit 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 niggas 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 bitch a neat freak but this a muddy cup Your mans got on a pink bandana he a funny thug I catch you f*cking with them suckas, catch a sluggy slug I told a nerd I had some mac it was a eight of tricks Nigga even when I'm lying I ain't faking shit Got your bitch 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 shit heavy, you niggas featherweights I bet this forty cook a opp and make 'em rest the plate I'll send a nigga up and make 'em rest in space I'll send a nigga up into the heaven gates Oh your nigga love to flex? Then baby set the play And let a nigga touch the ice, he gon' be dead today bitch
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