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letra de thru the mud - dave east

[intro: kairi chanel]
fortune favors the bold

[chorus: dave east]
we was solid ‘fore they knew what that was
couple hammers when we move through the club
we ain’t scamming, we could do it with drugs
sneak the .30, really ran through the mud
got a bad b-tch help me count up this money
they say i’m lit, now they look at me funny
they see my chain, they know i’m getting money
if you want my life then come and take it
from me

[verse 1: dave east]
how i’m ‘posed to carry on?
lotta n-ggas gone, i don’t really feel right
real tough on that social media
i bet that you p-ssy in real
you already hurt me bеfore, i know you
so that’s not a pain i’ma feel twice
i ran up in the labеl, i’m not ’bout no
games, i ain’t gotta pray that my deal right
u know what the molly, i know what the x
i know what the smoke and pills like
i know ’bout the ghetto, i know ’bout
the trenches, i know what the block
tend to feel like
me and my n-ggas might argue, i love
em’ to death, but f-ck it, we still fight
my n-gga, he trap, don’t know how to
deal with his life, he only good at
dealing white
he let his gun off in broad day
i’m just thinking back, we were trappin’
the hard way
i did a bid and everybody talking ’bout
they was rich, but that’s what they all say
we at the putter like parkay
i told him to meet me on broadway
that other sh-t i was providing was the
appetizer, n-ggas, this the entree
the way that i’m living, i just pray to
god i hope that i see you again
i asked you for help and you fronted on
me, so i never need you again
i was in my zone, i was alone
thinking that i needed a friend
thinking ’bout the homies every time
i smoke, i’ll never see ’em again
them drugs make a n-ggas mood switch
kept me slow, gotta move quick
got a check and brought a new wrist
i could really show you how to do this
them percoets made my mood switch
i was scratching my body it do itch
mix water with molly, got two chicks
like, f-ck that indictment, i’m coolin’
like, f-ck that indictment, i’m coolin’

i ain’t got time for no cell
i ain’t got time for no jail
told my momma i would never fail
judge tried to tell me i’d never bail
i went got my money up
unruly forever, they know that we run it
up
we do you dirrty, we ain’t know you was
a fan
just know the feds really checking the ‘gram

[chorus:]
we was solid ‘fore they knew what that
was
couple hammers when we move
through the club
we ain’t scamming, we could do it with drugs
sneak the .30, really ran through the mud
got a bad b-tch help me count up this money
they say i’m lit, now they look at me funny
they see my chain, they know i’m getting money
if you want my life then come and take it
from me

- dave east

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