Lyrics:
sporting a mug
Like you buy you can't dance, you're no fun
You're slowly but surely eating us one by one
Better buy yourself new friends tonight
you should
This is for the niggaz in the clubs with thug mugs
And for the chicks thinkin they cute without mustard
Shaolin... "makin money"
Niggaz in
me for dead, so now I be equipped with a vest
I got my mug on mind frame, on leave me alone
I ain't gotta explain shit, you niggaz better get
the law allow
Take it with a frown
My mug shot before they took the picture had the smile
Man holla at me now
4 or 5 rounds
Cutting through the make-up just
step wrong, and that ass is through
I wet em up
(Wet em up)
Sucker niggas get wet
I'm pluggin your mug full of slugs like a stone cold lunatic
Chumps
it, wit a
Chorus: Silk-E (repeat 2X)
mean mug on my face,
I'm in it to win it,
I'm all out for my spinach, I gots to get it,
they just don't want
realla than killaz and down to dump on tha devil
upon the funkiest scrub, dump some slugs in they mug
and Flizy bucking so wild wit bubble wild in my cup
the mug
Show no love, four-pounders was holdin us, that's a must
Straight up and down, in gats we trust
Think you bust, touch the stainless
and do away with your garbage
to many stairs and mugs instead of smiles and hugs
like womack looking for love for us wherever it was
with
we be living it up
West Coast, Southside, we be tossing it up
On the streets or the club, who want to mean-mug
You best not be tripping on these Califa
the pleasures
Because it is soon another day
And our ship leaves again
Fill my mug, I just want to forget
All the troubles and fighting
And the ghosts in
the wine in the jug
Come on and fill up my heart-mug
We can both chug it up slowly
You sent a dart, it went straight to my heart
Now I'm back at the start
on coo-coo
Candy wetter than do, banging nothing but Screw
Reclined on buck, like I'm stuck in the mud
Ripping my mug cause I'm thug, sipping straight out
time to choose
She left before sunrise, I woke to find
A half-mug of coffee, black and cold
The sheets are all crumpled, the pillows warm
And I'm
mug
No love
Burner glove stuck to my pocket
It's JT an Guce platinum bound you can't stop it.
[*(Chorus)*]
Figga, I'm a gangsta
(Guce, I'm
it's with my thugs
Ballin' fast or meaner mug
Always count on God above and haul my boxed-up World with love
See me flexin' dubs, twistin' blunts up
- who in the spot?
Baby, Rule in the spot; and the mug and the watch ugly
Half the hoes hate me, half them love me
The ones that hate me only hate me
Come then, bet man flop
None of you mugs can tek man's spot
Long way from Gipset Tally
No BRITs, no GRAMMYs, Christians, akhis
Kids, no daddies,
better than your bitches
Cold brew drinking, smoked fish eatin'
Frowned upon heathen, I go Savage for no reason
Uh, mug shot, resting chief face
Like
make
These motherf***ers better duck when the truck dip
Four hundred n*ggas coming on some thug shit
Sip Styrofoam cup on mud shit
I get a mug shot
at the Busy Bee
All these niggas do is mug 'cause they hate on me
Put that bitch in a blunt
All we do is smoke Runtz, havin' fun
If my nigga get caught with
Sit yourself down at the base of the tree
Join a tradition that's older than you and me
Than you and me
Come on and pass round the two handled mug
cbout two o'clock in the morning after emptying the jug
Doyle lifts up the ice box lid to see poor Patty's mug
They stopped the clock so Mrs. Murphy
Raise my frothy mug of death
The flavor, the only thing of you that's left
Perfection achieved through sacrifice
This evil brew is you tonight
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