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letra de married to the mud - benjisan

[chorus: benjisan]
tuxedo made of codeine threads
lil’ b-tch, i ain’t even your f-ckin’ friend
got my tec, yeah, no f-ckin’ vest
baby on the sh-t, baby on me (oops–ps, b-tch)
i’m married to the mud, married to the money, man
rings on my finger, yeah, b-tch i’m shakin’ it
p-ultra, yeah, b-tch i be sippin’ it
rich slime, put me in the trap, in a jag
i’m married to the mud, b-tch can’t nag
street sh-t, yeah, that’s my map
fairlea very crazy, yeah, i be goin’ crazy
bitty b-tch, wanna f-ck, i be servin’ mud
red–blue diamonds, but i’m not a cop car
i’ma break you, turnin’ you an old guy
n-gga facetimed stealing all this n-gga jewelry
bought a [?] coupe, yeah, for the b’s
oh, b’s, evil n-gga, jeffrey
fairlea, one–seven
i want her, in my sofa
i crack you like an old lady
if the b-tch stink, yeah, [?]
used to have the bands, yeah, like, asian doll
only brazilian ho’, yeah, b-tch she crazy

[verse: benjisan]
yeah, b-tch i’m rich, diamonds on my fit
put n-ggas down, baby want a coupe
yeah i’m not a fool, i can see ho’s
i’m livin’ like king [?] every week, yeah
i go encroach every year, like a freak, sh-t
back then in the mud, didn’t eat sh-t
still around money, yeah, holy sins, yeah
i have a diet too, and i’m doin’ bad sh-t
[chorus: benjisan]
tuxedo made of codeine threads
lil’ b-tch, i ain’t even your f-ckin’ friend
got my tec, yeah, no f-ckin’ vest
baby on the sh-t, baby on me (oops–ps, b-tch)
i’m married to the mud, married to the money, man
rings on my finger, yeah, b-tch i’m shakin’ it
p-ultra, yeah, b-tch i be sippin’ it
rich slime, put me in the trap, in a jag
i’m married to the mud, b-tch can’t nag
street sh-t, yeah, that’s my map
fairlea very crazy, yeah, i be goin’ crazy
bitty b-tch, wanna f-ck, i be servin’ mud
red–blue diamonds, but i’m not a cop car
i’ma break you, turnin’ you an old guy
n-gga facetimed stealing all this n-gga jewelry
bought a [?] coupe, yeah, for the b’s
oh, b’s, evil n-gga, jeffrey
fairlea, one–seven
i want her, in my sofa
i crack you like an old lady
if the b-tch stink, yeah, [?]
used to have the bands, yeah, like, asian doll
only brazilian ho’, yeah, b-tch she crazy

- benjisan

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