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almxghty – muddy lyrics

[intro: smokepurpp]
i just be smoking and i just be loaded
i cannot focus, you n-ggas are roses
you fake, n-ggas know i can’t relate
i was 15, sippin’ on 38
everyone i know got a .40
i swear that these n-ggas don’t know me
i swear that these n-ggas don’t know me
i swear to god, dammit, these n-ggas so phony

[hook: smokepurpp]
my cup is soo muddy
my cup is soo muddy
my cup is soo muddy
my cup is soo muddy
my cup is soo muddy
my cup is soo muddy
my cup is soo muddy
my cup is soo muddy
my cup is soo muddy
my cup is soo muddy
my cup is soo muddy
my cup is soo muddy

[verse 1: smokepurpp]
my cup is soo muddy, goddammit
it’s me and uncle, godd-mnit
got with your b-tch and we smashin’
we makin’ an oreo sandwich
i blow up a n-gga with toolies
his b-tch on the run, gimme tooters
godd-mn i love f-ckin’ these groupies
we goin’ in, it look like a shootin’
100 round drum on my hip
p-ssy soo wet i might slip
p-ssy soo wet it gon’ drip
p-ssy soo wet i might l!ck
codeine and sprite what i sip
she don’t get sh-t but this d-ck
i make her c-m, make her flip
samsung, it jump on my hip
smokin’ on cali, i’m gone
i just left off to hong kong
b-tch wanna rip on my bong
b-tch wanna sing all my songs

[verse 2: almxghty]
my cup is soo muddy i pour up that dirty, i mix with this bubbly, i lean like a dumby
finessin’ you dummy, my city they love me, ain’t noone above me
all in her mouth like some motherf-ckin’ dip
three cellphones and they all flip
ain’t talkin’ sauce but i make the hoe drip and the gang up next p-ssy boy don’t trip
p-ssy boy, don’t slip, almxghty shirt and my jeans with a rip
might take his b-tch, might take a trip
keep the 4-5. on my hip, walk with a dip
me and purpp smokin’ out the zip
she a lil vibe, get p-ss her off to the clique
p-ss, touchdown get it off of her real quick
p-ss, touchdown get it off of her real quick
young n-gga sippin’ drank, switchin’ lanes in a tank
can’t f-ck with my gang, got gold in my chain
i’m drippin’ like paint, hi-tech lemonade
she givin’ me face but i don’t know her name
i got the sauce, i’m lil’ chic-fil-a
shrimp 500 on my motherf-ckin’ waist
hope my young n-ggas beat the motherf-ckin’ case
i drop the xan for the motherf-ckin’ taste
then i’ll take off in the motherfucin’ wraith, d-mn

- almxghty lyrics

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