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young mugz – planet drool. lyrics

[hook]
b-tch! if i go broke then i’ma bool with my tool you pull your sh-t, i pull my sh-t and let them duel this ain’t no dream b-tch, this ain’t no planet drool don’t be a fool just let me bool if i go broke then i’ma bool with my tool this ain’t no beyblade, but b-tch we gonna let them duel this ain’t no dream b-tch, this ain’t no planet drool don’t be a fool just let me bool

[verse 1: mugz]
the 9 is your alarm, wake up
i’m hot i’m tryna get cake up
but i ain’t a oven
boy you soft as m-ffins
i play roulette with russians
i don’t do discussions
nina a chatter box, she always throwing shots
she luv to gossip, she to luv to blow nina you a thot
better get low, sleep a n-gg- like a tko
she suck d-ck till her nose like roscoes
runny , b-tch i hate money
but i still got it gift wrapped like a mummy sunny my days was the opposite
i seen n-gg-s get k!lled just for popping sh-t
get a profit b-tch and get a job
stop leeching of a n-gg- you ain’t a prize

[verse 2: mugz]
i’m smooth enough to finesse the panties off a nun
one and done rappers mad they never won
portland chilling just trail blazing
laughing at the rappers that i’m raising
it’s amazing, how i made you into you
diamonds on michael phelps, out the pool
i’m flash with the wrist moves
i could k!ll you but what that prove
you can’t even shower in your chains
you had to spend a check just to get the brain
we a different high, im purer strain
i could make you never rap again
but what i really have to gain when your fanbase
is no face xanny poppers
online when its wartime sh-t poppers
does the hate get you dollars? maybe if you flex
i flex with your advancement on my neck
so what’s next? real beef we could take it there
street gps i’m good anywhere and it’s very clear

[verse 3: the slump god]
5 hour b-tch i need energy to beat the p-ssy make melodies i am the sh-t, know you smelling me don’t f-ck with john, f-ck with kennedy i want a sub zero wrist put some ice up on that b-tch chef boyardee in the kitchen, beat the pot up with my fist you, you can’t test us high as giraffe nuts smoke like mol-sses i reside in the body of a b-st-rd n-gg-s try me then i megaman blast them make or break that b-tch i look upon my wrist, and like a disc that b-tch is dancing, shine [?] like the movie ‘taken’ this b-tch mine

[outro: xxxtentacion]
roll away the summer time do not wait for me if i ever break, them f-ck them and f-ck the state then baby sit down sit down

- young mugz lyrics

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