corrija a letra Letra Out the Mud por FMB DZ

Retornar

Letra

Colorful FMB, baby

We got out the mud, fucked around and ran that shit up
Now these niggas wanna beef with us
All this side talking, I ain't speak enough
Go off hawking money, double up my cup
All these drugs in my system got me sprung
Got me looking at your bitch through my buzz
I swear we winning niggas can't sit with us
I swear we winning niggas can't sit with us
I swear we winning niggas can't sit with us

Hit Miami and I'm horny for a week
I done had a menage in my suite
Hit it from the back, watch what you eat
Once she done she gon' press back to me
I'm just mad putting bands up my sleeve
Blew it all at the bar, I ain't cheap
Get a nigga knocked clean off his feet
Don't get it twisted 'cause I'm nice on these beats
I done lost it all, I don't have a lot of feel
Down to my last I can pay the bills
I thank God for the world of new deals
I just wanna live life and make some meals
I made a hundred thou before the deal
I got the juice I ain't going out like steel
Shoot up your car and let Jesus take the wheel
Ride with some shit that you see on battlefield
On your door, behind the scenes on tour
You can tell I got that shit by how I walk
Buzzed down on my wrist I just bought
You ain't never spit a dub in your life
23 or 40 thousand worth of ice
Y'all so real real had to hit it twice
There's lots 'a gold so I had to up my price
I told my momma that I'm 'bout to change her life

I swear we winning niggas can't sit with us
I swear we winning niggas can't sit with us

I swear we winning niggas can't sit with us
I swear we winning niggas can't sit with us
I swear we winning niggas can't sit with us

vídeo de música

Seu nome será publicado. Deixe os campos em branco para permanecer anônimo.