Lyrics Muddy Cup Monday - Paul Wall feat. Pure

Sup sup like the homie playing tippy cup still tipping on 44 hoes
Po aint in the know but lord do
Homie i used to chop it up when i screw
Now rest on piece like who the fuck is u
M seeing rainbows before the rain when i
Leave i hope i leave a stain grain never plain
Pussies is for playing spinning homie blow
Penlope fucking me cuz all she sees is benjis
Homie fuck u if u aint friendly i grieve everywhere i see
Perspective is aint nobody crying when diss so i appear flank u
Cooking tbone its thuggish ruggish so haters gone leave me alone
Object is busting tech its my chronology
To left void neck homie drank it to the neck
40 till i 187 bless me send me to the ultimate heaven
I want convience im creating 7 11 words
Ringing true call me a criminals reverend till
The end i roll in peace xxx couldnt give two shits
About fakers liking money saying they my friend till the end
Fucking chucky good guys dont know evade daily is my daily bread
Off with my head honorable is all a
Fable to u wannabe i practice strategies daily
Vomit gard hits like comets clean u quik im really on some comet shit
Want a little pink slit
Fuck u hypocondriac i think i have type shit
I say i do to the game i merry hers like marry
Magdelene we all gone sin so quite ur gavel walk
I fefe u just like some socks solid as some
Rocks but aint worth a penny nowday like some rocks
Planted seeds tho im out control im goin to lick the corner store
My story ending in some gore still hug a tree like im al gore
U all are snoozing if u think the.
Est doesnt take some bruising a winner
Is someone whom perfected bruisings