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gucci mane & waka flocka flame - mud musik lyrics

( verse 1: waka flocka flame )

half a pint for my two liter…
i just slow sip
dis that mud drink, my rarri go hard in the paint
pulled up flexin right, hopped out flexin ice
n-ggers would give their life, just to live my life
b-tches yelling loud, walking through the crowd
with a triple cup, p-p-pour me up
bird gang clique,flags in the sky, walking through the crowd
with a triple cup (p-p-pour me up) i swear to god i’m in sky
astronaut high, i’m that guy
stacks on stacks, racks on racks
i keep mud on standby
got some real n-ggers that you can’t even stand by!

( hook: waka flocka flame )

i just slow sip, p-p-pour me up
styrofoam cup, t-t-tripled up
dis that mud drink, four ounces in my one liter
dis that mud drink, half a pint for my 2 liter
p-p-pour me up, styrofoam cup, tripled up
dis that mud music, dis that mud drank
styrofoam cup, t-t-tripled upp

( verse 2: gucci mane )

styrofoam cup, we pourin’ up
gucci.. flock, blowing up
we’re so f-cking up
all our foes they be ducking us
i’m a jack boy, you’re a jack-ss,…
you must dress in the dark with your tacky -ss
i’m big gucci, gu-wop, got 80 grand in my khaki pants
1017, yeah that’s my team, bsm yeah that’s my scene
i’m a millionaire, is reality
you want a mill, yeah that’s a f-cking dream
i’m on mine,… don’t watching…
i’m too hot, … i’m too fly
…n-gga i’mma buy my bread
i don’t want no p-ssy girl, give me head
we ain’t even got to stop to use the bed
ain’t no need to f-ck up my spread
i’m drinking, i’m thinking
all the real n-ggers we’re linking
..got me famous, gucci!

( hook: waka flocka flame )

( verse 3: 2 chainz )

this that kickstand campaign, over their heads like an airplane
bring your girl to the club round me and my n-gga’s then she fair game…
i’m 2 chainz, i’m too much
every time i f-ck her i give two nuts!
everytime you see me, i’m with two sl-ts
i ain’t eatin’ her out unless the coochi cut
promethazine contraband, tell them folks we’ll contraband
bricksquad.. duffle-bag, bunch of knucklehead n-gga’s saying f-ck the feds
got bread long like subway, louis’ on, un-lace ’em
and i ain’t talking money when i hit you with this one k.(brrrap)
i need two more, two liters, i got b-ss like two speakers
it must be do-or-die, cause these n-gga’s out here po-pimping!
all we’re doing is slow sipping
i be on that codeine, got four zips
about to pour it on his ice-cream

( hook: waka flocka flame )

- gucci mane waka flocka flame lyrics

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