Mush Mouf Lyrics
[Intro - J.I.D]
Spillage Village taking over for the 20-9-9 and the 2900's or whatever or somethin'
[Verse 1 - J.I.D]
Yeah, as you been whippin' that benz uh
Ye, ye ain't' taking that shit nigga so make amends
I been that nigga, you can't touch me
Set hut, nigga touch down
Get your fucking face out the mud now, uh
I'm feeling so god damn irrelevant
You don't know me dog, I'm a loner, I'm a loner
But I know your type, you the solo type
Get shook up fast, explode
But left flat
And I already know yous a killa, a hustla, true religion customs
You didn't pay attention to nothing
Blah, Blah, Blah
Yous a busta
Bust in your crib and take everything but the mustard
And a roll of tissue, nigga ain't' gonna bullshit you dog
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas
25 bitches on my dick like it's Christmas
Oh shit, what is this?
Give it to you raw, white privilege
You ain't' got to take it serious, you inferior pawn, nigga
With robotic arms, follow along
And we've seen it all before
I've seen who dreams deflate
Seven feet, extenuate
On the block like she daring the paint
Going hard with the eight in ball, call it the same thing
Nah, thats a different world
We just, we just in a jungle
Lions, Orangutans, and the Bangabangs
I'm just getting the hang of things
[Hook - EarthGang]
Ye ain't' talkin' shit
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Ye ain't' talkin' shit
Ye ain't' talkin', Ye ain't' talkin' shit
[Verse 2 - Doctor Dot]
Didn't have a pot to piss in
I pissed in the parking lot
Put my dick in the tightest slot
Leave a victim in God's garage
In the definitive intersection where heaven and hell collide
Purgatory, not a story
You're living where I reside
So you better just pay your tithes
Better just prey that I don't develop a taste for flesh and engage with my appetite
Sorry Mrs. Parker, but your baby boys a mutant
And he belongs in the sewer with Turanga Leila folk
Put this poison in his system and he wouldn't even know
Then they tried to prick my skin, and then the fucking heater broke
Now I'm a chupacabra fuckin' wildebeests at every show
Feel the need to lose control
Feel that neep off in my soul
Dump that dick off in that how
I feel like Hoperounds in the fold before he had that single that just fucking took the radio
Now niggas hustle, hustle just to try and fuck a husky girl
I'm that dreamy bohemian, still I get them out their clothes
I get them screamin' and screaming whenever I provide the stroke
And I be scheming with DJ and selling these just to get this dough
Rest in peace my nigga Dro, rest in peace that alloy watch
Hit the East like every week and run up the mountain side
Who's that peeping in my window?
Shut the fuck up, close the blinds
"He's a genius! He's a genius!" But I don't believe these guys
All these demons in my skull, every time I close my eyes
I can keep it intosoective, you won't keep me in your life
[Hook - EarthGang]
Ye ain't' talkin' shit
Ye ain't' talkin', Ye ain't' talkin' shit
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[Verse 3 - Johnny Venus]
Spitting bottles rippin' by the ceiling fan
Drifting out is so appealing when you drowning for the millions
Put myself together with the beat piece by piece
Hit the bank, real sheik
----NOT FINISHED----
