Muddy

Pro Murda!

I put vinegar on that spinner, and it cleaned it excellent.

We got Gs and Xs, but let me keep it plain. Had a wooden handle covered in tape.

I had bootcut Gs, not laced. Different colour shells I paint, and I play Bond like Daniel Craig.

Lambo's farting, got it in sports.

Back then, I had Morley's wings, didn't know about steak with a peppercorn.

Rusty fours, I toot that once. Laced these boots, my shoes undone.

I left man on his back, it's like he told me, "Shoot that punk! " First time me and

Ceez really stepped to a function, go ask, the. . . got fun.

We really had that skeng doing Tobi tongue. You ever beat corn and renew the clip?

They should've made me play John Wick.

Little old me still letting off bine, made the neighbours wake at night.

Can't sleep on a vibe, I got mental health, but tell 'em it's pride. I done a drill, then after, worried.

I left showcases at the crime. Them man know nothing 'bout authentic.

On the net, just telling bare -lies.

-Can't talk like that, they ain't play that part. Put together the spinner, I play with parts.

Hmm, thirty clip, but my game is hard. I click and pull, then act a fool.

I'll lock that now, just grab a tool. Can't play with saws, do that in the night.

I wish -this XD came with a tool.

-If you're talking metal, I'll name some parts: ejector star, the trigger guard. Click and pull, my finger's fast.

Done sauna time and petrol baths, gotta spend more time with Basie Jarred.

I got bad ones telling me stuff. I look lovely without the mask.

These Luger nines be a tenner a shot. I walk with a hundred pound at least.

I went to the Turkish cafe for tea, then I left with a thousand grams of grease.

I tried for a T in my teens, seventeen, nineteen, that's a Glee and a Glee.

We was making a scene, then we made it a scene.

Now they're putting up signs, ask, "Did you -see?

" -I ain't keeping them four, I need them close. I put it right up the road. Baby, the trade, then dug it up.

I was out with -a spin with a muddy nose. -Now if I fill it with points, it's loud.

I bet they'll hear it in Poynt.

I ain't like these rappers, I click and go, hop back on the bike and rip the road. With Crayola, I done it like Poser.

It was just me and the kitchen stove. Small little one, unfold and fold.

Bought two, then I gave them one to go. I told her, "Chill, don't watch the bill.

" I just fucked her chrome. You'll never take the scene, now the neighbours gotta go the long way home.

Hear when you click, it clicks, it's -stuck. Talking drill, who if it ain't us?

-Come from the yardie, he's bringing my ramp. Black tie events, they'll bring 'em out.

Thirty-six from the plug, that's love. Let me check that it's all authentic stuff.

-Wooden hand, it's plush. -Fill a six, I keep it stuffed.

Can't talk like that, they ain't play that part. Put together the spinner, I play with parts.

-Hmm, thirty clip, but my game is hard. -I click and pull, then act a fool.

-I'll lock that now, just grab a tool.

-Can't play with saws, do that in the -night. -I wish this XD came with a tool.

If you're talking metal, I'll name some parts: ejector star, the trigger guard.

Click and pull, my finger's fast.

Done sauna time and petrol baths, gotta spend more time with Basie Jarred. I got bad ones telling me stuff.

I look lovely without the mask.

Pro

Murda!