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Out the Mud Lyrics - Artist : Bravo The Bagchaser
[Bravo Tha Locc:]
All my life, me and my bro been plottin' on a jug We been out here tryna make it out the mud Ain't nobody show us love So who is there to trust? Who is there to trust? All my life, me and my bro been plottin' on a jug We been out here tryna make it out the mud Ain't nobody show us love So who is there to trust? Who is there to trust? Aye Dirty muddy got me sleepwalkin' When nobody bang my line all I heard was the streets callin' All I heard was the cheese callin' All my p's and q's but all I heard was the p's callin' I need the dough, I need the dope, bitch If you ain't got it for me then you gotta go, bitch I'm tryna get this money, I can't have a broke bitch And these broke boys dumb, they make no sense Aye Bravo got caught up in the street life And niggas start doing wrong cause shit couldn't be right So how the fuck I'm 'posed to think right? I be thinking late at night, dawg I can't even sleep right We gon' make it out the mud Ain't nobody show us love We gon' make it out the mud Ain't nobody I can trust [Bankroll Baby:] See, I'on know if I could fuck with you And I'on know if I been trippin' or a nigga got some trust issues But I'on know who to trust See, I'on know if you gon' slide I'on know if you gon' bust Break In Records, that's a label, nigga We gettin' money then we bring it to the table, nigga Pink fifties, blue hunnids, I need all that So tell your bitch slide through that nigga fall back You know a nigga fuck if you don't get no call back But I don't want your bitch so nigga take your bra back Cause I be gettin' money, and ain't no bitches finna stop that And ain't no nigga finna stop that And on the low I been plottin' on a come-up I heard you plottin', too Fuck a nigga run up Cause I been plottin' on a jug I been plottin' on a lick Yeah, I been plottin' on some shit But I'on know who to trust That's why a nigga keep a gun Yeah, you know I keep that thang on me Cause I'on know if they gon' ride or they gon' change on me But am I wrong? Could you really throw that blame on me? Cause life done dropped a whole lot of fuckin' weight on me It took my nigga, yeah, my dawg, with my main homies Free BLE$, yeah we working on your way, home g So no more stressin' This ain't a song, it's a message And if you hear it, that's a blessin' So no more stressin' This ain't a song, it's a message And if you hear it, that's a blessin' |
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