Lyrics:
and get the four pound in ya mug
Yo we wyld in da club, style in the club
This is for my niggas gettin' down in the club
At the bar throwin' down rounds in
(Wipe that mug off your face)
You ain't gotta be a gangsta
You ain't gotta be a gangsta
(I'm on the scene with the worst, bae)
Count my fetti
It was
Yeah
Im thuggin
Yeah yeah
Im thuggin
Got the choppa on the back seat for any ni*** that wanna gone mean mug me
Yeah
Im thuggin
Yeah yeah
Im
Hair, clothes, check the mug
I'm perfect, I'm perfect
Nine-inch platforms
I don't trip 'cause I can work it
I play-I play all night like I'm out
bottle
He's a good man, I know his life feels damned
Good man, can't I save him
My friends call me mug
My friends say me mug
Though you don't ask me
trade it now I look ahead to better days
Ain't no love out here only thugs out here
Only drugs out here only mugs out here
Ain't no love out here only
Look you losing all your games stopped
Look I got your mug clocked
Look I'm getting all your shit rocked
Look I got your mug clocked
Look do you
Red Dot
Life time kontrat
Hip-hop itaat tak tak
Mug shot
Eşgal çarlar bayat
Kafa çatlak
Red Dot
Life time kontrat
Hip-hop itaat tak tak
Mug shot
Ainsley Harriot fingered your Dad's stink hole
Ainsley Harriot fingered your Dad's stink hole
GG you mug, GG you mug
GG you mug, GG you mug
GG you mug, GG
baby why you gotta mean mug (Mug)
Baby why should I give a fuck (Why?)
Tryna pull up in a lambo truck (Skrt)
Shorty doing too much for a buck (Buck)
Lil
ahead and raise it up
When the weight of the world's got you tired
Go ahead and make it one Busch lighter
Doesn't matter if your mug's half full or half
ma tête sur un mug
Sur un mag
Fuck ma tête sur la feuille
Pour les drames
Faut ma tête sur un mug
Sur un mag
Fuck ma tête sur la feuille
Pour les
I'm faded like a mug, head spinnin', got me feelin' like turnin' up
I'm bout to tear the club up, poppin' all these bottles, got me feelin' like
I'm in the club (what), bottle of bubs (what)
No mean mug (what), wit no scrubs (what)
Dressed up (what), ridin dubs (what)
Feelin up (what), tear it
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Mike WiLL Made-It
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Mally Mall
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Ear Drummers
Yeah, hoe
What's in this mug? Toasted up, no
One mug filled with mead til the morning
Too much for an elf
Two more mugs full of mead til the morning
Add more from the shelf
There's three mugs
But every detail of your face, makes me recall the name.
Hmm I'm treading water,
I keep, treading water!
Maybe it's another chance,
To mug myself
But every detail of your face, makes me recall the name.
Hmm I'm treading water,
I keep, treading water!
Maybe it's another chance,
To mug myself
stop thinking of her
By all means you can vibe with this girl
But just don't mug yourself, that's all don't mug yourself
Seriously Mick you fucker
No no
Birds all do with me just as they please
And they all say I'm a cissy with weak knees
Everybody knows...
[Chorus:]
Mug I'm a mug I've been taken
and prepare for worst
While you hope for the best you know what I mean
Why you gonna try bug me? and how you gonna try mug me?
I thought you was my g ayy
I
fit
You need to use some lotion
We snatching crowns
In these bomb ass gowns
Go ahead book us girl
Bring us to your town
Look at my mug, bitch
a mean mug (Fuck 'em)
It get deep, nigga please
I ain’t with the sweet stuff
It get deep, I ain’t with the sweet stuff
Fuck a smile I hit ‘em with a mean
Skærer det værste mug væk
Sætter mine tænder i kødet
Tørrer panden for sveden
Mens livet forsvinder, ud i intetheden
Holder mig på hjertet
Holder
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