Lyrics Mud Musik - Gucci Mane feat. Waka Flocka Flame & 2 Chainz
Half
a
pint
for
my
two
liter...
I
just
slow
sip
Dis
that
mud
drink,
my
rarri
go
hard
in
the
paint
Pulled
up
flexin
right,
Hopped
out
flexin
ice
Niggers
would
give
their
life,
just
to
live
my
life
Bitches
yelling
loud,
walking
through
the
crowd
With
a
triple
cup,
p-p-pour
me
up
Bird
Gang
clique,Flags
in
the
sky,
walking
through
the
crowd
With
a
triple
cup
(p-p-pour
me
up)
I
swear
to
god
I'm
in
sky
Astronaut
high,
I'm
that
guy
Stacks
on
stacks,
racks
on
racks
I
keep
mud
on
standby
Got
some
real
niggers
that
you
can't
even
stand
by!
I
just
slow
sip,
p-p-pour
me
up
Styrofoam
cup,
t-t-tripled
up
Dis
that
mud
drink,
four
ounces
in
my
one
liter
Dis
that
mud
drink,
half
a
pint
for
my
2 liter
P-p-pour
me
up,
styrofoam
cup,
Tripled
up
Dis
that
mud
music,
dis
that
mud
drank
Styrofoam
cup,
t-t-tripled
upp
Styrofoam
cup,
we
pourin'
up
Gucci.
Flock,
blowing
up
We're
so
fucking
up
All
our
foes
they
be
ducking
us
I'm
a
Jack
boy,
you're
a
jackass,...
You
must
dress
in
the
dark
with
your
tacky
ass
I'm
big
Gucci,
Gu-wop,
got
80
grand
in
my
khaki
pants
1017,
yeah
that's
my
team,
BSM
yeah
that's
my
scene
I'm
a
millionaire,
is
reality
You
want
a
mill,
yeah
that's
a
fucking
dream
I'm
on
mine,...
don't
watching...
I'm
too
hot,
...
I'm
too
fly
...nigga
I'mma
buy
my
bread
I
don't
want
no
pussy
girl,
give
me
head
We
ain't
even
got
to
stop
to
use
the
bed
Ain't
no
need
to
fuck
up
my
spread
I'm
drinking,
I'm
thinking
All
the
real
niggers
we're
linking
.Got
me
famous,
Gucci!
I
just
slow
sip,
p-p-pour
me
up
Styrofoam
cup,
t-t-tripled
up
Dis
that
mud
drink,
four
ounces
in
my
one
liter
Dis
that
mud
drink,
half
a
pint
for
my
2 liter
P-p-pour
me
up,
styrofoam
cup,
Tripled
up
Dis
that
mud
music,
dis
that
mud
drank
Styrofoam
cup,
t-t-tripled
upp
This
that
Kickstand
campaign,
over
their
heads
like
an
airplane
Bring
your
girl
to
the
club
round
me
And
my
nigga's
then
she
fair
game...
I'm
2 Chainz,
I'm
too
much
Every
time
I
fuck
her
I
give
two
nuts!
Everytime
you
see
me,
I'm
with
two
sluts
I
ain't
eatin'
her
out
unless
the
coochi
cut
Promethazine
contraband,
tell
them
folks
we'll
contraband
BrickSquad.
Duffle-bag,
Bunch
of
knucklehead
nigga's
saying
fuck
the
feds
Got
bread
long
like
Subway,
Louis'
on,
un-lace
'em
And
I
ain't
talking
money
when
I
hit
you
with
this
one
k.(Brrrap)
I
need
two
more,
two
liters,
I
got
bass
like
two
speakers
It
must
be
do-or-die,
cause
these
nigga's
out
here
po-pimping!
All
we're
doing
is
slow
sipping
I
be
on
that
codeine,
got
four
zips
About
to
pour
it
on
his
ice-cream
I
just
slow
sip,
p-p-pour
me
up
Styrofoam
cup,
t-t-tripled
up
Dis
that
mud
drink,
four
ounces
in
my
one
liter
Dis
that
mud
drink,
half
a
pint
for
my
2 liter
P-p-pour
me
up,
styrofoam
cup,
Tripled
up
Dis
that
mud
music,
dis
that
mud
drank
Styrofoam
cup,
t-t-tripled
upp
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