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vuitton – out tha mud lyrics

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[intro]
(vui steppin with+)
i got drank up in my cup
in that whip we cut sh+t up
only smokin’ on his guts

your b+tch choking on these nuts
i’m tryna take that b+tch out the mud
said yo’ n+gga know me, yeah
p+ssy ah n+gga don’t know me, yeah

[verse]
pull up, crib lets have some fun
walk outside i keep my gun
i was screaming free my son
put your b+tch hair in a bun

i’m trynna give her a son
love your nine, or you outta luck
i’m tryna take that b+tch out the mud
y’all ain’t ’bout things, yeah i doubt

[verse]
(i’m tryna take that b+tch out the mud)
wallet+ wallet full of bricks
tag your n+gga in a post you know it’s clips
i’m with gang it’s real runtz in this b+tch
your b+tch put her real tongue on this d+ck
you trynna sneak a shot, think you sl!ck
talkin’ with his chest, he need vicks
i mix some benny in the henny, take a trip
one false move i make a t+shirt with his pic

baby therе ain’t nothing we can fix
i was trappin’ out the highschool, with the cliquе
you was out here mixing fake xans with the nic
n+ggas in my city be so p+ssy, easy l!ck

all these n+ggas is so sh+tty like the knicks
tag your n+gga in a post, he my pick
heard he spittin’ so we put him in the mix
they be dying, they be going missing, and it’s rip

[outro]
(i’m tryna take that b+tch out the mud)
(i’m tryna take that b+tch out the mud)
(i’m tryna take that b+tch out the mud)
(i’m tryna+)

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