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icebirds - muddy lyrics

[intro: icebirds]
(xool on the beat, boy)
(jay, faz um plugg pra mim)
aye, aye

[chorus: icebirds]
young ice n+gga, why your cup so muddy?
never had a job but i still get money
got a passport, finna go out the country
lil broke boys never seen no money (seen no money) (f+ck)
not talkin’ jail but they know i’m wanted
stars in the roof and the coupe came haunted (aye)
she got her head in my lap while i drive (plugg)
n+ggas be fake and they livin’ they lies
i got the mac, no burger, ain’t come wit’ no fries (aye)
they said the water was deep and i dive in it (ayе)
he gotta rollie, no time in it (timе)
he told a rap wit’ a lie in it (lie)
they really be snakes and they hidin’ it
i made a play in 5 minutes

[verse: icebirds]
said i finna quit, i’m was still gettin’ blunted
its 2023, n+ggas still gettin’ fronted
if its supreme, you know i want it
if its chrome heart, then you know i own it
car, paid ’em, i seize every moment (f+ck)
b+tches bad but i still don’t want ’em (still don’t want ’em)
facin’ these ‘woods got me in a coma
strap from l.a., this not oklahoma (not oklahoma)
aye, i’ma keep it real ’til the day that i die
wanna get money, then i’m your guy (i’m your guy)
flexin’, gettin’ exercise
he havin’ wock’, then i might just buy
f+ckin’ your b+tch, got her doin’ yoga
not about money, then, n+gga hol’ up
i’ma stay solid, won’t never fold up
grab you a cup my n+gga, pour up
[chorus]
young ice n+gga, why your cup so muddy?
never had a job but i still get money
got a passport, finna go out the country
lil broke boys never seen no money
not talkin’ jail but they know i’m wanted
stars in the roof and the coupe came haunted
gotta bad b+tch, gettin’ too much money
disrespect gang, we gon’ shoot at some

[verse 2: bando supreme]
flip a pack, to the rest
know i ride for the money
in the streets, i dare wrap a bag, no mummy
up the stick on ’em
had to cut the b+tch, she was too much baggage
big racks, they green, no cabbage
his pockets, they skinny, he fastin’
beat the pack, pacquaio
get the box and start movin’ it
stay in your lane ’cause we run up a check
got a lid full of n+ggas that i gotta sh+t on
all these n+ggas ride ’round, yellin’ peacoat
got a thirty round clip and it came wit’ a biscuit on it
if i had a band for, for n+ggas that switched on me
i’ll be more richer
3.5 of the runtz in the ‘wood, no swisher
bag up the work, then i get straight to work
i hope they get the picture
i pour up the lean for n+ggas who can’t even started it
smoke it, we finish it
[chorus]
aye, young ice n+gga, why your cup so muddy?
never had a job but i still get money
got a passport, finna go out the country
lil broke boys never seen no money
not talkin’ jail but they know i’m wanted
stars in the roof and the coupe came haunted
gotta bad b+tch, gettin’ too much money
disrespect gang, we gon’ shoot at some

[outro]
(jay, faz um plugg pra mim)
(xool on the beat, boy)

- icebirds lyrics

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