Born in the 90s, every day, thank God I'm blessed
Think you a real savage, put a hole in your chest
Never settling for less, they gon' label me the best
Got it out the mud, ain't ask nobody for shit
Don't do shit with people if you think that they gon' snitch
I don't play these police games, terror hit you with a switch
Niggas hoes, that's on gang, I just want the money f*ck the fame
Durty dan I go by that name, seen people change, who said they would never change
Leave you in the past if I find out you a lame
F*ck it from the back, cause I wanna hear her sing
Seven hundred shit, bitch, I'm dying for my gang
No ifs, ands, or buts, Ion' wanna hear a thing
Thirty shots in my Fn, bitch, don't make me let it bang
Sold a little weed, I don't f*ck with cocaine
I be in the crib with my big booty hoe
I roll the paper, she count the dough
Dirty, dumb ass nigga, what they used to call me
On my black mamba shit, bitch, I'm really balling
Gave her my number, now she won't stop calling
Smashing on the gas, where I'm from, we call it hauling
No, really, this is my calling
Life had ups and downs, but me, I'm never falling
Born in the 90s, every day, thank God I'm blessed
Think you a, Real savage, put a hole in your chest
Never settling for less, they gon' label me the best
Got it out the mud, ain't ask nobody for shit
Don't do shit with people if you think that they gon' snitch
I don't play these police games, terror hit you with a switch
Niggas hoes, that's on gang, I just want the money f*ck the fame
BNG CASH - Out Da' Mud Lyrics
BNG CASH - Out Da' Mud Lyrics
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Born in the 90s, every day, thank God I'm blessed
Think you a real savage, put a hole in your chest
Never settling for less, they gon' label me the best
Got it out the mud, ain't ask nobody for shit
Don't do shit with people if you think that they gon' snitch
I don't play these police games, terror hit you with a switch
Niggas hoes, that's on gang, I just want the money f*ck the fame
Durty dan I go by that name, seen people change, who said they would never change
Leave you in the past if I find out you a lame
F*ck it from the back, cause I wanna hear her sing
Seven hundred shit, bitch, I'm dying for my gang
No ifs, ands, or buts, Ion' wanna hear a thing
Thirty shots in my Fn, bitch, don't make me let it bang
Sold a little weed, I don't f*ck with cocaine
I be in the crib with my big booty hoe
I roll the paper, she count the dough
Dirty, dumb ass nigga, what they used to call me
On my black mamba shit, bitch, I'm really balling
Gave her my number, now she won't stop calling
Smashing on the gas, where I'm from, we call it hauling
No, really, this is my calling
Life had ups and downs, but me, I'm never falling
Born in the 90s, every day, thank God I'm blessed
Think you a, Real savage, put a hole in your chest
Never settling for less, they gon' label me the best
Got it out the mud, ain't ask nobody for shit
Don't do shit with people if you think that they gon' snitch
I don't play these police games, terror hit you with a switch
Niggas hoes, that's on gang, I just want the money f*ck the fame
Think you a real savage, put a hole in your chest
Never settling for less, they gon' label me the best
Got it out the mud, ain't ask nobody for shit
Don't do shit with people if you think that they gon' snitch
I don't play these police games, terror hit you with a switch
Niggas hoes, that's on gang, I just want the money f*ck the fame
Durty dan I go by that name, seen people change, who said they would never change
Leave you in the past if I find out you a lame
F*ck it from the back, cause I wanna hear her sing
Seven hundred shit, bitch, I'm dying for my gang
No ifs, ands, or buts, Ion' wanna hear a thing
Thirty shots in my Fn, bitch, don't make me let it bang
Sold a little weed, I don't f*ck with cocaine
I be in the crib with my big booty hoe
I roll the paper, she count the dough
Dirty, dumb ass nigga, what they used to call me
On my black mamba shit, bitch, I'm really balling
Gave her my number, now she won't stop calling
Smashing on the gas, where I'm from, we call it hauling
No, really, this is my calling
Life had ups and downs, but me, I'm never falling
Born in the 90s, every day, thank God I'm blessed
Think you a, Real savage, put a hole in your chest
Never settling for less, they gon' label me the best
Got it out the mud, ain't ask nobody for shit
Don't do shit with people if you think that they gon' snitch
I don't play these police games, terror hit you with a switch
Niggas hoes, that's on gang, I just want the money f*ck the fame
Writer: Darius Brown
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