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muchie - wakdan lyrics

[muchie]

(thurf squad!)
jordan spiwak, i got a lot to tell you n-gga!
sit up straight, keep your back up
don’t you ever call me your biggest fan

look, aye!

i stay doped up in the evening and the morning too
smoked a couple og ounces in the afternoon
baked up, i hit a dab, now i’m on the moon
super sliding, and i’m gliding, f-ck your feelings dude!
half the time you can’t tell me sh-t
i am on a level and you can’t reach it
so stay in your lane, i must be sick
because my flow so cold it might freeze your t-ts!
daaaamn!
i’m a lyrical, it might just be a miracle
i got these n-ggas spiritual, enjoying all my rituals
yeah that pedigree gonna get me to this industry
alot of n-ggas faking bruh,that fake sh-t just don’t work for me!
taking shots like 23, buy my b-tches birkin b
own this sh-t, monopoly! went to jail like bobby b
all these n-ggas doubted me, but muchie be a prodigy!
i’m smoking on that cali grove, call this sh-t that cali green!

oh, oh, oh man god d-mn!
oh man god d-mn!
oh man god d-mn!
oh, oh, oh man god d-mn!
oh man god d-mn!
oh, oh man god d-mn!
oh man god!
oh man god!

(what!? what!?)
goofy n-gga always talking about a f-cking chin strap
get a n-gga mixed match, you never get your sh-t back!
chrome be your people? no! chrome be a b-tch pack!
thinking that i copied you? i never f-cking copied that!
you’s a f-cking copy cat, boxing with yo c-cky -ss!
claiming you a danger n-gga? i’m a f-cking alley cat!
b-tch i go anywhere! b-tch i do anything!
jordan you’s a bounty boy, brewford n-gga let it be!
your dry as f-cking celery, do you got some equity?
cause the sh-t you barking bout, it really don’t mean sh-t to me
twitter finger n-gga, you must wanna be on tmz!
i’ll take your f-cking spotlight and let you goofies hate on me!

oh man god d-mn!
oh, oh, oh man god d-mn!
oh man god d-mn!
oh, oh, oh man god d-mn!
oh man god d-mn!
oh, oh, oh man god d-mn!
oh man god d-mn!

(whoah! aye! whoah!)
talk about the sko? you can’t talk about my home!
shove your home made clothes down your old mans throat!
no joke, you’s a roach, you get poked by the sko!
got goofy n-ggas hyped of off they own smoke!
let’s be real you were always f-cking b-tch made
let’s be real, your parents thought you a mistake
let’s be real, you thinking you was a man now?
thinking life’s a game? but there ain’t no hand outs!
you tryna bang clout? but you is the same child
with your green vans, walking in your green mile
jordan spiwak! you never gonna be that!
i’m sitting on you n-ggas like a motherf-cking bean bag!

and that’s just basically how it goes bro
(thurf squad sh-t!)
cause if you f-ck with my squad, we gonna run up in your crib like run it! what?
hands in the air! like hands in the air!!
this is thurf squad n-gga! we don’t really f-cking care!
what!? (whoah)

and that’s a word to you bro
thurf squad sh-t! (go)

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