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daboii – muddy cup lyrics

[intro]
reuel stop playing with these n+ggas

[verse 1: moneybags buzz]
stop playing
b+tch, have you ever seen a hundred hundreds? (tenball)
yes i’m seventeen with a lot of money
it’s a couple n+ggas hating but they b+tches 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 p+ssy, it’s a bing bing
it’s four in the morning off a six ounce
if she ain’t tryna suck no d+ck, kick the b+tch 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 b+tch i coulda been dropped a chain (sixty bands)
yes b+tch 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 sh+t, i can get it through (get it through)
ayy moneybags ayy

[verse 2: 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
b+tch i’m back up on that sh+t like i’m a f+cking fly
and i ain’t f+cking with them n+ggas on the other side
b+tch i look like a bb dub, and got some thunder thigh
you ain’t no demon n+ggas sweeter than some pumpkin pie
i coulda slipped in n+gga’s house and tied his mama up
you bragging ’bout a hundred ball, that sh+t is not enough
like who the f+ck beat up my pants? my pockets knotted up
i put that sh+t 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 n+ggas 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 b+tch 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
n+gga even when i’m lying i ain’t faking sh+t
got your b+tch 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 sh+t heavy, you n+ggas featherweights
i bet this forty cook a opp and make ’em rest the plate
i’ll send a n+gga up and make ’em rest in sp+ce
i’ll send a n+gga up into the heaven gates
oh your n+gga love to flex? then baby set the play
and let a n+gga touch the ice, he gon’ be dead today b+tch

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