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letra de out the mud - danyante

[intro]
you got that sh-t bruh? igh bet

[hook]
all these f-ck n-ggas, b-tches folding like clothes (huh)
i jus pop me a lil bean, now im switchin the flow
give a f-ck if u a broke n-gga, still kickin yo door
ever since i hit that l!ck now i got fetti to blow (fetti to blow)
all these f-ck n-ggas, b-tches folding like clothes (huh)
i jus pop me a lil bean, now im switchin the flow
give a f-ck if u a broke n-gga, still kickin yo door
ever since i hit that l!ck now i got fetti to blow

[verse 1]
ever since i f-cked yo b-tch dat b-tch been blowin my phone
i can’t f-ck with dat lil thottie, b-tch im sending her home
ain’t afraid of smackin hoes so lil b-tch lower yo tone
ill take yo b-tch, i f-ck dat b-tch then mf im gone
n-ggas b-tches, acting up like ion pop sh-t
check yo facts before u talk, u could get popped, b-tch
got yo b-tch up on my d-ck, she loving all my trap sh-t
ima take her to da ghetto, f-ck her, she gon take d-ck
long clip, k!ll a n-gga on some hoe sh-t
give a f-ck about yo feelings, b-tch i care bout my wrist
got some yellow diamonds, im a youngboy, cost like 4 bricks
if he actin crazy, on my mama we keep big sticks
big sh-ts (huh)
lil n-gga is u stupid
hit em in da heart lil n-gga, like a f-ckin cupid
got yo baby mama on my d-ck, she love my music
he been talkin down and shi, so now we got his wig split, real sh-t

[bridge]
made it out the mud, now im counting it up
ain’t no body had no faith, but i ain’t give a f-ck
old hoes on my phone, b-tch i ain’t picking up
on the block with my n-ggas, we still f-cking sh-t up (f-ckin sh-t up)

[hook]
all these f-ck n-ggas, b-tches folding like clothes (huh)
i jus pop me a lil bean, now im switchin the flow
give a f-ck if u a broke n-gga, still kickin yo door
ever since i hit that l!ck now i got fetti to blow (fetti to blow)
all these f-ck n-ggas, b-tches folding like clothes (huh)
i jus pop me a lil bean, now im switchin the flow
give a f-ck if u a broke n-gga, still kickin yo door
ever since i hit that l!ck now i got fetti to blow

[verse 2]
walk up in this b-tch, with my hot sh-t
and im talm bout my semis, and my glocks, b-tch
block fave, on yo block n-ggas know me
totin glocks, shootin opps, by my lonely

f-ck a n-gga b-tch, and gotta dip, this ain’t no new sh-t fa me
thirty on my lap, and got some bullets for u f-ckin phonies
ima keep it going, till i cop my mama thousand rollies
all my love is fa da money, i can’t love no f-ckin thotties
off the molly, lil b-tch welcome to da f-ckin party
f-ck yo b-tch, she actin big, might catch a f-ckin body
actin up, ill f-ck yo face up, lil n-gga like rocky
all i do these lil n-ggas finna go and copy
they can’t stop me
b-tch n-ggas know they ain’t gon stop me
showed a n-ggas b-tch the trap, and i got dat sloppy
lil n-gga on my block just another target
talkin down on the web, we could shootcho mommy

[hook]
all these f-ck n-ggas, b-tches folding like clothes (huh)
i jus pop me a lil bean, now im switchin the flow
give a f-ck if u a broke n-gga, still kickin yo door
ever since i hit that l!ck now i got fetti to blow (fetti to blow)
all these f-ck n-ggas, b-tches folding like clothes (huh)
i jus pop me a lil bean, now im switchin the flow
give a f-ck if u a broke n-gga, still kickin yo door
ever since i hit that l!ck now i got fetti to blow

- danyante

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