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letra de anthem - mudy

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
yeah

[verse]
look, b-tch, i ain’t stoppin’ for nothin’
hit up a baddie, she poppin’ a perky, i seent her lean over, i told her she buggin’
b-tch is you f-ckin’? i don’t got time to be sittin’ ’round laid up, i gotta be juggin’
i ain’t come over to look at your face, ho, you know i won’t leave ’til you givin’ me somethin’
i got an onion, roll on me thick like an onion, ran up a dub with my cousin
roll up a russian, pushin’ the whip like i’m rushin’, speak on me, ain’t no discussion
just a concussion, ain’t with the arguin’ and fussin’, know that these hoes like to tussle
i like to hustle, get me some money for put up so i can f-ck up the summer
i got a duffel, i’m finna f-ck up the city, f-ck up a check if she pretty
them titties sittin’, she let me play with the kitty, gave her a line, told her hit me
i’m gettin’ plenty, smoke on the weed like a hippie, big bmf like i’m 50
n-ggas be trippin’, stay talkin’ ’bout they opinion, you need to get you some b-tches
where is the women? too many n-ggas
countin’ my pockets, too many figures
bro brought the brrr, blaow, too many triggers
i got a name, give me respect
hit up a dame, give me the neck
i gotta step on these n-ggas and step on these n-ggas so they can stop sayin’ they next
i want my money in millions, huh
ho, you ain’t f-ckin’ no regular civilian
you get to movin’ too extra, i k!ll you
n-ggas is p-ssy, i never could feel ’em
countin’ the money, it’s s-xual healing
i can admit that i love me a play
bro can admit that he love him a glock
i won’t admit that i’m f-ckin’ your bae
she gon’ admit that she f-ck with a lame
fl!ck of the wrist and she f-ckin’ with gang
l!ckin’ her lips ’cause she look at the chain
tell her to listen, she do what she trained
don’t get to trippin’ that you ain’t the same
put you on pimpin’ and stay in your lane
can’t hate the player, then hate on the game
keep talkin’ crazy, i skate with your main
n-ggas is regular, that sh-t is pitiful
fly out the city when i need a better view
don’t want the p-ssy, i just want the head from you
f-ck all you p-ssies who mad i’m ahead of you
i’m gettin’ money et cetera, cetera
wifin’ a thottie is too close to settlin’
all of my n-ggas is rich off of measurin’
might’ve been chillin’, but always was levelin’, b-tch
[outro]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

- mudy

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