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letra de out the mud - sauce walka

[intro: lil keke]
yeah
i swear, you know we cut from a different cloth
don ke, h-town legend, i’m a whole other fabric, n-gga
check me out

[chorus: lil keke and sauce walka]
i did it for the streets
i did it for the love
i come up from the bottom (splash)
mama, i’m just a thug (where we from, ke?)
this sh-t come from the mud, yeah (mud, oowee)
this sh-t come from the mud, yeah (mud, oowee)
this sh-t come from the mud
tears done turned to blood
hustle tight as a glove
homie, we out the mud
n-gga, we out the mud, yeah
n-gga, we out the mud
i swear

[verse 1: sauce walka]
i’m out the mud like a wet tire
i’m born in neighborhoods where kingpins extorted to wear wires
atf token fiends, vocal chords with no pliers
i see why i turned to mr. merrick, stay higher, the streets fire

i see why rizzo say it’s hot
cause if you ain’t got a super soaker, you gonna die from a heatstroke before chickenpox
the weakest shot, the strongest k!ll
it’s f-cked up how that is, but down in texas, guns is legal from the time you drop your baby bib

now shake the crib
jump off that porch, go get it how you live
rob and steal, sell a couple pills until your record deal
that’s what it is, everybody can’t swim or dunk or run the field

but the mission still is to go get your meal
[?]

[chorus: lil keke and sauce walka]
i did it for the streets (oowee)
i did it for the love
i come up from the bottom (splash)
mama, i’m just a thug (where we from, ke?)
this sh-t come from the mud, yeah (mud, oowee)
this sh-t come from the mud, yeah (mud, oowee)
this sh-t come from the mud
tears done turned to blood (oowee)
hustle tight as a glove
homie, we out the mud (the mud)
n-gga, we out the mud, yeah (mud, mud, mud, mud)
n-gga, we out the mud (mud, the mud)
i swear

[verse 2: lil keke]
we from the dirt
the heart of south park, it wasn’t no silver spoons, n-gga
just the [?] in the [?], i’m in too deep, i’m out here swimming
with the k!llers and sharks, straight out the mud, and ain’t no room for them busters and marrs

we waking up inside the trenches, then we sleep in the slums
these n-ggas starving, showing they t–th, might just k!ll you for crumbs
when n-ggas hungry, they ain’t scared of a bit in the pen
he didn’t parole, he discharged then he did it again, that’s old law, yeah

concrete, i got my game out the gravel
keep that thing c-cked and loaded fore you move around and travel
soldiers united for cash, it’s one love
own sauce, i’ma drip on they ass, straight out the mud

[chorus: lil keke and sauce walka]
i did it for the streets
i did it for the love
i come up from the bottom (splash)
mama, i’m just a thug (where we from, ke?)
this sh-t come from the mud, yeah (mud, oowee)
this sh-t come from the mud, yeah (mud, oowee, drip)
this sh-t come from the mud
tears done turned to blood (oowee)
hustle tight as a glove
homie, we out the mud
n-gga, we out the mud, yeah (mud, mud, mud, mud)
n-gga, we out the mud (mud, the mud)
i swear

- sauce walka

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