MUDDY SOSS (MEH MEH) ft. GR3Y Lyrics

Gray, with the three I check the mic, it check me

With the three

Ignoring shit to the weight of the worth of my work so I got me a rose

Agreed to the terms of the fact that the team

yeah we fucking it up, with composure And you know I'ma switch it to Rover

I'm hot like fuck the toaster What about you, what's your position

You still buying dreams that they sold you from birth

Fucking loose pussy, it bending your neck Follow my easy, it's step

My woman see me and she bending it over Busting it open fuck me in reverse

After dinner, dessert, yeah I'm the king Do you check, mate

Nah, these niggas ain't checking it mate

Bumble the ref and I'm taking control

And I'm changing the score, yeah We got the remote in the basement

Through all of my niggas, you see how we ball Like if J Cole went pro

Johnny Sins on a motherless hoe Let me tell it to you, clear

Fucking with me is a no My nigga try, I said it do not call me bro

You a bitch and it shows, a bitch and it shows And my dick, yeah it gold

These bitches is just like the niggas on pause, of course

These niggas is deaf, they can't hear the silence, they cry to the ref

Tell that bitch grab theirs dick, shove 'em in dirt

Easy Sunday and I'm chilling like herd I'm the GOAT

Meh meh with Sossa, uh, Muddy Soss Tag out the groove and the ooze

My cousin came and he took us to space Private, in the jet

The females, they love it, they shaking they breasts

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, bout to catch a hoe Pass it to the bro

My niggas are moving in code I ain't your average yo

Itty, bitty, titty and she sassy with it Bought her some chocolate and roses

Call her my Saturday roast She got me tatted on both

I gotta get on the road, ain't got no time to be cozy

Leisure on hold, she want me deeper in her soul

Never put business on hold, you niggas counting the score

I drop the top and then I put the pedal to the floor

My jewellery gotta be cold, drip is on water galore

Came in two-stepping now I am running the game

Thinking about what I should take, is it the money or fame

All my goons reckless, give us our flowers today

Cause we got more commas to chase, and roll up the tropical haze

Easy Sunday and I'm chilling like herd I'm the GOAT

Meh meh with Sossa, uh, Muddy Soss Tag out the groove and the ooze

My cousin came and he took us to space Private, in the jet

The females, they love it, they shaking they breasts