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Cash Kidd

Mean Muggin

 

Mean Muggin

(앨범: No Socks - 2020)


[Intro:]
(PDot got that pack)

[Cash Kidd:]
Damn, kid, you so fake, I can't get a hold of you
Nigga, go'n send that pape', you want me on a song with you
Price going up by the day, it's not negotiable
For these lines, niggas gotta pay, like I sold a deuce
Sorry, bae, the buffs dark, I ain't even notice you
Say she love me, dawg, I wouldn't believe her even if she showed em proof
He ain't know where the bullets came from, my dawg was on his roof
Yeah, we strapped, keep them poles on me like a photoshoot, huh
Yeah, I know you hating on the G.O.A.T., spreading rumors
I know she a chooser, bitch, you should've said that sooner
I'ma pass her to my dawg, then act like I never knew her
It ain't shit, I never sweat her, I ain't Freddie Krueger
Bitch, I sleep with the 40 like I'm having sex with cougars
Keep that bitch on me, I ain't gotta call no shooter
Flew your bitch out of town, you in the city calling Ubers
Gave her backshots on the balcony like Martin Luther

Ayy, forty thousand racks on me, I'll blow it right now like I ain't never had nothing
Gotta keep a strap on me, wish I didn't, but I guess these niggas mad at something, huh
Niggas mad at something, huh
I guess the bag ain't jumping
Niggas stay mean mugging

[Saucy E:]
I gotta keep the pole on me, I'm just tryna survive
These niggas telephoning it, but they ain't coming outside
I upped the strap, gave him two, but I ain't throwing the peace sign
I caught him lacking, now he dead and gone like he Trayvon
And I ain't showing no more love, I been stabbed a few times
They know I'm blowing up soon, I was one of a kind
And all them L's back then, now it's Louis Vuitton
I up the chop, it's gon' faster than Busta Rhymes

[Cash Kidd:]
Ayy, forty thousand racks on me, I'll blow it right now like I ain't never had nothing
Gotta keep a strap on me, wish I didn't, but I guess these niggas mad at something, huh
Niggas mad at something, huh
I guess the bag ain't jumping
Niggas stay mean mugging

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