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letra de mucus in my backwood - chris king

[verse 1: rmc mike]
mucus in my backwood, it’s me and chris king
no, i don’t wanna [?] no wok, [?] me a 16
louie v covers on my bed, i have rich dreams
don’t sell dope to crack heads, i got rich fiends
i’m in atlanta with the [?] and the blues on me
brodie think i’m a handy man, keep a tool on me
f-ck a b-tch, [?] act rude on her
b-tch ain’t even like me at first, i guess i grew on her
i’m finna take over your club, it need a new owner
we all [?] come down [?]
[?] f-cked up [?] needed a new doaner
b-tch said she wanted me to stuff her, threw some bluеs on her
[?] i only put in ten dollars, got a thousand back
[?] sh-t evеryday, where your stylest at?
i’m finna vacate on the beach, where the islands at?
tryna find some [?], i’m out of town with your house on my left wrist
n-gga tried to gamble with his life, take your best pic
rooky of the game, but i’m coming on some vet sh-t
i just scratched twenty million views off my check list
but it’s more to go, you only got a five, well, let’s pour a four
i can take you to the trentches, ’cause i know the ropes
seeing straight through you, p-ssy n-gga, like an open door
the truck had too much weight, that’s an overload
beat a b-tch down wearing louie v open toes
one of the greatest in my city, ’cause i opened doors
oh you want to be a ghetto boy? you better know the code
[verse 2: chris king]
hop out the back of the truck, unload the load
i was searching for codeine, then i struck gold
n-gga searching for his 30’s, but they be [?]
i be [?] but they [?]
i never cap right
your [?] should get capsized
[?] check the crash site
[?] money like a rabbi
then smoke a n-gga like a crack pipe
then i k!ll the p-ssy, i k!ll the p-ssy, i think the b-tch got cat [?]
[?] b-tch doing things i don’t think her dad like
sh-t, i’m the one they warned about, no need to be [?]
[?] and a new [?]
[?] 7-11
[?] cracks when i’m toating this weapon
[?] pulled up and got the hammer busting
i’m a cold motherf-cker, got your grannie crushing
pour a four of wokhart [?] crush [?]
keep [?]
if i’m pulling up, there’s no question if n-ggas might pay me
[?] pint [?] then had a sprite baby
762 knock his melon off, but the 9 [?]
223 gon’ bounce like [?]
i be running through your hood, you ain’t got a stamp
higher than a hippy, turn [?] to a lava lamp
[?] on top of that
walking through the war zone, clean n-gga, not a scratch

- chris king

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