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Anwar Carrots - Mud Lyrics



Anwar Carrots - Mud Lyrics
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[ Featuring Bun B, UnotheActivist, Kalan.FrFr ]

Got it out the dirt, out the mud
Pocket and a purse full of drugs
Yeah, I been OT on the run (yeah)
Runnin' up, yeah, runnin' up pape'
Better boss your life up 'fore it's too late (yeah)
Better put your wife up 'fore it's too late
I'ma hold my ice up, young and I'm made (yeah)
Fly and I'm paid, and I'll spray if they play (ayy)
Got it out the dirt, now I'm on the yacht shade (ayy)
Got it out the dirt, now she wanna have my baby
And she been a fiend for a long time
I be gettin' green for a long time (yeah)
Cubin' on my neck, it's a clothesline (yeah)
When she givin' neck she look so fine
If you got it out the mud, we can both shine
Yeah, I got it out the mud, it took no time

Got it out the mud, she a earth stone (yeah)
Got it out the mud, what's your earth tone? (Yeah)
When you get on that flight, that these Percs on
And when you walk out Chanel put this purse on (yeah)
When you got that new body, I got verse on it (yeah)
Make you a rapper too, come put a verse on it (yeah)
Matchin' Bentley coupes cause a hearse on 'em, yeah (skrrt)
Killin' 'em bitches
You got it out of the mud, so I'm feelin' you different
You got it out the mud, so I'm dickin' you different
I got it out the mud, so I'm spinnin' it different
I got it out the mud, so I'm spendin' it different
I f*ck you like a thug, so I'm kissin' you different
That pussy like a drug, I be missin' you different (ooh, yeah)
Yeah, I got it out the mud, all my bitches is different
Yeah, I got it out the mud, all my diamonds expensive (yeah)

Got it out the dirt, out the mud
Pocket and a purse full of drugs
Yeah, I been OT on the run (yeah)
Runnin' up, yeah, runnin' up pape'
Better boss your life up 'fore it's too late (yeah)
Better put your wife up 'fore it's too late
I'ma hold my ice up, young and I'm made (yeah)
Fly and I'm paid, and I'll spray if they play (ayy)
Got it out the dirt, now I'm on the yacht shade (ayy)
Got it out the dirt, now she wanna have my baby
And she been a fiend for a long time
I be gettin' green for a long time (yeah)
Cubin' on my neck, it's a clothesline (yeah)
When she givin' neck she look so fine
If you got it out the mud, we can both shine
Yeah, I got it out the mud, it took no time

Now, where I come from, you got to get it how you live
Stayin' motivated when this shit is positive
Have it on your mind, they'll put it on your soul
When you used to have a heart, they gon' leave you with a hole
Baby, way too cold and she built like a stallion
Wanna ride shotgun and wear my medallion
Wanna get me tattooed and let them hoes see it
I'ma Clyde out here lookin' for a Bonnie
She gon' be it, let's G it

Na, na, na, na, na, na-na-na, na-na-na
Na, na, na, na, na, na-na-na, na-na-na
Na, na, na, na, na, na-na-na, na-na-na
Na, na, na, na, na, na-na-na, na-na-na

Think I need to slow down
I think I lost her right just where I found
Pick her up before I put her down
I pick her up, take her to Poundtown
I know what goes around gotta come around
I know what goes up could come down
Yeah, that what we doin' baby, cut it out
I know that you love me, I got money now

Na, na, na, na, na, na-na-na, na-na-na
Na, na, na, na, na, na-na-na, na-na-na
Na, na, na, na, na, na-na-na, na-na-na
Na, na, na, na, na, na-na-na, na-na-na

Got it out the dirt, out the mud
Pocket and a purse full of drugs
Yeah, I been OT on the run (yeah)
Runnin' up, yeah, runnin' up pape'
Better boss your life up 'fore it's too late (yeah)
Better put your wife up 'fore it's too late
I'ma hold my ice up, young and I'm made (yeah)
Fly and I'm paid, and I'll spray if they play (ayy)
Got it out the dirt, now I'm on the yacht shade (ayy)
Got it out the dirt, now she wanna have my baby
And she been a fiend for a long time
I be gettin' green for a long time (yeah)
Cubin' on my neck, it's a clothesline (yeah)
When she givin' neck she look so fine
If you got it out the mud, we can both shine
Yeah, I got it out the mud, it took no time

Na, na, na, na, na, na-na-na, na-na-na
Na, na, na, na, na, na-na-na, na-na-na
Got it out the mud, it took no time (na, na, na, na, na, na-na-na, na-na-na)
If you got it out the mud, we can both shine (na, na, na, na, na, na-na-na, na-na-na)
Got it out the mud, it's a no time
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Got it out the dirt, out the mud
Pocket and a purse full of drugs
Yeah, I been OT on the run (yeah)
Runnin' up, yeah, runnin' up pape'
Better boss your life up 'fore it's too late (yeah)
Better put your wife up 'fore it's too late
I'ma hold my ice up, young and I'm made (yeah)
Fly and I'm paid, and I'll spray if they play (ayy)
Got it out the dirt, now I'm on the yacht shade (ayy)
Got it out the dirt, now she wanna have my baby
And she been a fiend for a long time
I be gettin' green for a long time (yeah)
Cubin' on my neck, it's a clothesline (yeah)
When she givin' neck she look so fine
If you got it out the mud, we can both shine
Yeah, I got it out the mud, it took no time

Got it out the mud, she a earth stone (yeah)
Got it out the mud, what's your earth tone? (Yeah)
When you get on that flight, that these Percs on
And when you walk out Chanel put this purse on (yeah)
When you got that new body, I got verse on it (yeah)
Make you a rapper too, come put a verse on it (yeah)
Matchin' Bentley coupes cause a hearse on 'em, yeah (skrrt)
Killin' 'em bitches
You got it out of the mud, so I'm feelin' you different
You got it out the mud, so I'm dickin' you different
I got it out the mud, so I'm spinnin' it different
I got it out the mud, so I'm spendin' it different
I f*ck you like a thug, so I'm kissin' you different
That pussy like a drug, I be missin' you different (ooh, yeah)
Yeah, I got it out the mud, all my bitches is different
Yeah, I got it out the mud, all my diamonds expensive (yeah)

Got it out the dirt, out the mud
Pocket and a purse full of drugs
Yeah, I been OT on the run (yeah)
Runnin' up, yeah, runnin' up pape'
Better boss your life up 'fore it's too late (yeah)
Better put your wife up 'fore it's too late
I'ma hold my ice up, young and I'm made (yeah)
Fly and I'm paid, and I'll spray if they play (ayy)
Got it out the dirt, now I'm on the yacht shade (ayy)
Got it out the dirt, now she wanna have my baby
And she been a fiend for a long time
I be gettin' green for a long time (yeah)
Cubin' on my neck, it's a clothesline (yeah)
When she givin' neck she look so fine
If you got it out the mud, we can both shine
Yeah, I got it out the mud, it took no time

Now, where I come from, you got to get it how you live
Stayin' motivated when this shit is positive
Have it on your mind, they'll put it on your soul
When you used to have a heart, they gon' leave you with a hole
Baby, way too cold and she built like a stallion
Wanna ride shotgun and wear my medallion
Wanna get me tattooed and let them hoes see it
I'ma Clyde out here lookin' for a Bonnie
She gon' be it, let's G it

Na, na, na, na, na, na-na-na, na-na-na
Na, na, na, na, na, na-na-na, na-na-na
Na, na, na, na, na, na-na-na, na-na-na
Na, na, na, na, na, na-na-na, na-na-na

Think I need to slow down
I think I lost her right just where I found
Pick her up before I put her down
I pick her up, take her to Poundtown
I know what goes around gotta come around
I know what goes up could come down
Yeah, that what we doin' baby, cut it out
I know that you love me, I got money now

Na, na, na, na, na, na-na-na, na-na-na
Na, na, na, na, na, na-na-na, na-na-na
Na, na, na, na, na, na-na-na, na-na-na
Na, na, na, na, na, na-na-na, na-na-na

Got it out the dirt, out the mud
Pocket and a purse full of drugs
Yeah, I been OT on the run (yeah)
Runnin' up, yeah, runnin' up pape'
Better boss your life up 'fore it's too late (yeah)
Better put your wife up 'fore it's too late
I'ma hold my ice up, young and I'm made (yeah)
Fly and I'm paid, and I'll spray if they play (ayy)
Got it out the dirt, now I'm on the yacht shade (ayy)
Got it out the dirt, now she wanna have my baby
And she been a fiend for a long time
I be gettin' green for a long time (yeah)
Cubin' on my neck, it's a clothesline (yeah)
When she givin' neck she look so fine
If you got it out the mud, we can both shine
Yeah, I got it out the mud, it took no time

Na, na, na, na, na, na-na-na, na-na-na
Na, na, na, na, na, na-na-na, na-na-na
Got it out the mud, it took no time (na, na, na, na, na, na-na-na, na-na-na)
If you got it out the mud, we can both shine (na, na, na, na, na, na-na-na, na-na-na)
Got it out the mud, it's a no time
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Writer: Alex Chan, Jiovanni Romano, Joshua Morgan, Kalan Montgomery, Rwal Reech
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




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