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young mu$ty - bel air blues lyrics

[intro]
i ain’t worried bout a b+tch i been worried ’bout my life
i been worried bout what i gotta do to make right
plotting cause i know that it’s a thousand ways to die
in the city full snakes and b+tches full of lies

[verse 1: musty]
everything i said i’d ever be took time
looking over city views with the gang getting high
get a bottle of that juice baby, i don’t really mind
do you wanna pop out or you tryna stay inside?
she a college dropout here for a good time
sh+t, you ever look a demon in the eyes
sh+t, you can’t see ’em but he creeping through the blind
sh+t, i can’t see ’em but i hear ’em through the vine
another day but i prefer to laugh through all the pain
sh+t ain’t been the same since the bro done grew his wings
and i’m still waiting on a certain name when the phone ring
but nowadays only person calling is mary jane, look
so i’m rolling up, pouring up
crack another b+tch that’s a hole in one
said she don’t f+ck with no ghosts but i’m the holy one
go ahead light it up
baby imma smoke this blunt
i ain’t got time for the nonsense baby kick rocks
you got to bring something to the table not just beatbox
shorty from seattle, walk the blade we call them seahawks
baby got that long throat something like a peac+ck
she a one trick pony only hope was her throat
getting d+ck how she cope and her pimp got her loc
go head put it in my hand this ain’t no joke
b+tch i’m him i been locked in barely been home
got a ring on each finger man i’m feeling like the pope
call me coach carter anytime you see me with that coat
she drinking liquor out the bottle, go ahead and drive the boat
[outro]
i like b+tches that get money what they call me, mr. dothemost
yeah, look
i like b+tches that like b+tches what they call me, mr.dothemost
yeah, and i like b+tches that get money what they, look
i like b+tches that like b+tches
i like b+tches that don’t fold
i like b+tches that like to wear designer clothes
i like b+tches that like to wear the french tip toes
i like b+tches that are well behaved and well spoke

- young muty lyrics

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