Out Da Mud lyrics

by

Rick Ross


[Verse 1: Bruno Mali]
Still Naughty-by-Nature
Been talkin' Ben Franklin
Belaire's by preference
Pop a bottle, we drinkin'
Couldn't pass without smoking
Light it up and we stinking
[?]
I could see your ship sinking
Red beam with my Glock, what the f*ck was you thinking
Forty-five on my watch, another double my payment
Drop the top on that Chevy
Turn it up and we crankin'
It's a grown man game, lay 'em down and we spank 'em
Fiends calling my name
Youngin' carry on for me
Gold bottle, black bottle
[?] homecoming
You sleeping, keep sleeping
I want the very long money
I bought the Dallas Cowboys, I'm talking Jerry Jones money
Six g's in that bag, [?] in my Phantom
Coke powder my desk, I think I'm Tony Montana
Like 20 g's in that bag, my b*tch'll' make them broads jealous
Right now she rockin' red bottoms, I'm draped in Maison Margela's

[Chorus (Repeat 3X)]
I'm from the dirty dirty
Baby you know I come from the mud with it
I hung with the kidnappers
Original gangsters and drug dealers
I jumped out the porch since fifteen
I fell in love with it
I went and hit a lick for blood money
I pay the plug with it

[Verse 2]

[Chorus (Repeat 3X)]
I'm from the dirty dirty
Baby you know I come from the mud with it
I hung with the kidnappers
Original gangsters and drug dealers
I jumped out the porch since fifteen
I fell in love with it
I went and hit a lick for blood money
I pay the plug with it

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