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letra de on that muh - lil bit

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[chorus]

up in the crib and i’m off of that muh
i’m in this b-tch and i’m sippin on muh
ain’t sippin lean, we ain’t sippin on mud
two years later we still on that muh
bad lil’ b-tch wanna give me a hug
walk down the street, i’m so muf-ckin’ smug
rolled up that wood like a muf-ckin’ rug
that b-tch flat like a shovel, she muf-ckin’ dug
when i need some fent, bouta’ hit up the plug
nerf gun on my waist, imma muf-ckin’ thug
when i want some milky, she pull out them jugs
you just a pest, you a gnat, you a bug
i really be knowin’ but hit em with a shrug
hit that b-tch from the back and she going ‘uh’
i don’t f-ck with these lames, not even they silhouette
imma light that boy up like a muf-ckin’ cigarette
i ain’t f-cking that b-tch, she is so heavyset
i’m watching p-rn, then they turned off my internet
dunk on these b-tches, think i need a bigger net
why you complaining? lil’ b-tch i ain’t hearing that
bouta cook on this beat, susan sarandon
how that your tag? d-mn brandon

[verse]
i need some fent bouta’ hit up my doctor
that b-tch is annoying i muf-ckin’ blocked her
we on that muh, no we ain’t speaking proper
she spin on the d-ck like a d-mn helicopter
said he wanted a feature, but i ain’t sendin that verse in
i’m bouta cut that boy up like a muf-ckin’ surgeon
bouta’ cook on this beat, gonna put on my apr-n
cook on this beat like i’m frying up bacon
better not talk or you might just get taken
she giving me brain, i got education
i just took his b-tch and we went on vacation
i’m smokin’ on fent, eyes low like an asian
hop in that whip and that pedal get floored
he pulled out his knife but i pulled out my sword
got all types of lean, all we do is score
talkin’ sh-t on my gang, then we going to war
i’m by myself and i’m pouring up fours
surrounded by crackers, i feel like a smore
i’m getting racks everyday and they come in the best ways
he said that he going sober, he smoking the next day
nerf gun at your mans, it make him dance like a ballet
cook on this beat, cook on this b-tch like a flambé
i put her on, now i’m up in her playlist
i’m getting older and i’m turning racist
i’m in this b-tch, got a stu’ in the bas-m-nt
she f-cking me up, that sh-t was amazin’
you ain’t in the gang, no you won’t get a placement
pulled up with a gun, put his ass on the pavement
that sh-t a jungle so i had to shave it
all out of drank, think i need a replacement
smoking on cookie, but it ain’t no amos
you ain’t with us, why the f-ck do you claim it?
said he want a feat, better send me the payment
two years later i’m saying the same sh-t
[chorus]

up in the crib and i’m off of that muh
i’m in this b-tch and i’m sippin on muh
ain’t sippin lean, we ain’t sippin on mud
two years later we still on that muh
bad lil’ b-tch wanna give me a hug
walk down the street, i’m so muf-ckin’ smug
rolled up that wood like a muf-ckin’ rug
that b-tch flat like a shovel, she muf-ckin’ dug
when i need some fent, bouta’ hit up the plug
nerf gun on my waist, imma muf-ckin’ thug
when i want some milky, she pull out them jugs
you just a pest, you a gnat, you a bug
i really be knowin’ but hit em with a shrug
hit that b-tch from the back and she going ‘uh’
i don’t f-ck with these lames, not even they silhouette
imma light that boy up like a muf-ckin’ cigarette
i ain’t f-cking that b-tch, she is so heavyset
i’m watching p-rn, then they turned off my internet
dunk on these b-tches, think i need a bigger net
why you complaining? lil’ b-tch i ain’t hearing that
bouta cook on this beat, susan sarandon
how that your tag? d-mn brandon

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