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点击复制Muddin' (Explicit) - Nappy Roots
Lyrics by：Melvin Adams/William Hughes/Brian Scott/Ronald Wilson
Big
Big beating
Juiced like a nigga cheating
Good eating
Got it if you really really seeking
Bunch of w**d gettin rolled
Bunch of lies getting told
Told
Cadillac on heels
Vertical grills sittin' so bold
Dirt roads git rode rode
Cooler beer gettin' cold cold
Life feeling like glitch glitch
Ballin' out of control
Glitch
Whoa whoa whoa
You a fool for this Sol
From the sticks to the glitz
Greatest story ever told
Dis southern right here
Dats my cousin right there
It's flooding my nigga
We muddin' round here
No clubbin' out here
No
Mean muggin' out here
No
We ain't beefing round here
Just hustling out here
If only I gave a ****
But I don't so the thang gone buck
Got grown on my own
By my lonely not much
Where I'm from so I'm hungry
We nothing not homies
Ain't cousins you don know me
I seen it all back in '03
Same nicca now I'm an OG
Still low key barely smoking
I'm a wolf chillin' in sheep's clothing
No looking back
And I gotta keep it mow-ving
I mean moving no coasting
Jacking season is fast approaching
I'm laughing but mostly
Waiting on you niccas to try and provoke me
I'm sipping beer
But it's not no OE
That's old english
And I'm so schemish
Look you dead in you eyes
And I won't mean it
No lie like Ripley
You won't believe it
It's no secret
And I won't keep
I'm that dude that's my crew
Not regular **** and the Yuushe
Paid our dues
Made all the moves
My middle finger up
And I'm talking to you
In this game most people don't play fair
That's just human nature
One day you're gonna get the picture
There's no filter wit the Mayfair
Just black and white
And grey area sometime ain't no sunshine
In this cold land ain't no grown man
Finna hold ya hand like daycare
Grow up
Just get to where you need to be
Den hurry up and wait there
Don't let nobody hold you back you down
Out all the naysayers
We might be on opposing teams
But we all breathe the same air
Either you livin' ya dreams
Or been sleep walkin' thru a daymare
Way to young to feel this way here
Seen too many murders'
'Nother stress another hurdle
'Nother wrinkle 'nother grey hair
'Cause life is like da state fair
Set you up for failure
Don't intend for you to win it
Be a sin if we ain't tell yer
Pour my glass 'til it's spilling
Raise it high to the ceiling
Here's a toast to all the hero's
Slash-lou-a-villains
Out herre to taking liberties
Never asking for permission
Say the pathway to the hell
Is paved with good intentions
If that's the case then hell with it
Let the devil deal with it
On the highway to heaven
Hemi with the air suspension
Hear me revving up my engine
We deep off in the trenches
You know it's nappy for life
It's gone be a nappy ending