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Where the mud be? Black kid could just pull up on ya, uh They don't like me That's okay cuz I'm better than ya, uh Yeah, I'm celibate Yeah, I'm selling that shit Yeah, I'm selling bricks, uh Where the mud be? Black kid could just pull up on ya Take your shit, flip it for a hunnid Yeah, they always so abrasive Black kids always corner huddle While they plan on the next, what the fuck, uh I've been making so much money from this shit White girls get the better of a nigga Like I'm Maybelline Imma switch on you niggas like I'm Charlize, uh Can't talk to the band 'bout this shit Me and my brothers I love 'em and shit But my ego is big, how I tell 'em I'm done with this shit? Where the mud be? Black kid could just pull up on ya, uh They don't like me That's okay cuz I'm better than ya, uh Yeah, I'm celibate Yeah, I'm selling that shit Yeah, I'm selling bricks, uh Where the mud be? Black kid could just pull up on ya Where the mud be? (Yo) Black kids from the hood, where the thugs be? Rebel youth, uncouth, it's a coup Never 'bout the hate, we reside where the love be Shawty lovely, she said she love me Pretty boys but you know we movin' ugly Put it on my god, son of God, nigga, Zeus Rocking the Moncler with the birds, no duckling Shawty a fed, baby don't wanna cuff me It's designer, the duffy suit and tie with the cufflinks I'm in my head, let me call up my cousins I might roll up with something, and I ain't trippin' on nothing I'm with my folk and we fly by the function (yo) Just pour me somthin', I don't wanna hear assumptions I'm makin' movies, it's mafia, Scarface I'm in the game like controllers and cartridge (yeesh) We gettin' money, rich or poor, it's regardless (sheesh) We gettin' money, if it's war, then we heartless (War, then we heartless, war, then we heartless) (War, then we heartless, war, then we heartless) (War, then we heartless, war, then we heartless) (War, then we heartless, war, then we heartless) (War, then we heartless, war, then we heartless) (War, then we heartless, war, then we heartless) (War, then we heartless, war, then we heartless) (War, then we heartless) Pressure, too much pressure
Writer(s): Ntsika Bungane, Matthew Guy Burgess, James Smith, Andrew Ian Oliver, Tokelo Moyakhe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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