Muddy Lyrics

Yeah, Red Line on the T, bumping Big Simma

Too much "Sup" and not enough dinner

All these cups got me feeling like a winner

True fact spitter and real life liver

God, someone draw up the spinners

Pour out the Dom and let it fizzle

Talk down? Nah, not even a little

Can't hear battle, I'm Northside sizzle

Man, of course I'm with 'em

What's that saying? "Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em"?

More like, "I don't even got to talk about 'em"

Yeah, you agg? Then ask her

Fam go blast, why, fam go NASA

Don't know what the sign is, kind of like Vicks, but I don't do yards as a passer

And it's too much sauce for the pasta

And the fye too much for me to drag on

And the goggles came with the jacket

And my honey dress too crispy 'cause the preppy ting too minty

Better press me or come off prissy

With the way I cook, I'm Bam Bam

With the way I spit, I'm Simbi

Yeah, you get me when I say, "You wispy"?

'Cause if I keep you around, it's risky

Living life how I'm supposed to 'cause the "miss me's" end up slippery

And I'm so far gone when it hits me

Woy, the mojito is a toss up

Need The Blueprint played out in my mansion and my intro songs all talk up

And the styro way too muddy

He could say he way too lit, but he was never ever gonna match this, was he?

Memory blurry when the shit's not fuzzy

Telling me words when our shit's not buddy

Still not done 'til my feet sandy

I hate wine unless it's dutty, yuh

And every time you try fi build it up

Dem try hard fi bring you down

Sometimes you feel like giving up

Wax that, go tell NME 'cause you not a friend to me

Sometimes, I might be introvert, but I see her, I'm volunteer, mans Tennessee

Damn, let me be, I'm next to see and these ain't no Warby's

The hindsight is twenty, I'll say again 'cause I'm cracking a forty

She looking back, she adore me

Changing the weather to stormy

Doggy, I'm playing when she feeling, "Huh, huh, huh"

Doggy, you know this shit playing when she feeling sort of, kind of, like she don't know how to phrase it

Look what the sound just gave us, I'm trying to bounce the bass in

What she allow you lately? What you amount to lately?

Me? It's amount, amount, amount, amount, amount, amount

Okay, okay, I'm sounding crazy

But, look at the ground we making

Feel where I'm 'bout to take it?

Look at the Crown they gave us

Got me wondering, "How ugly does it get?"

I was really tryna give, forgive, forget

I was counting on at least a huddle up, but no one even ever playing up to this

Maybe I should give these thumbs a fucking rest

I know you could never ever subtle flex

Compliments is always whispered to the chef

That's how I know I'm never going deaf

Aye, aye

Yeah, don't know

Aye