Digga D - Stuck In The Mud Lyrics

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I talk a lot of crud (crud)
I've drawn a lot of blood (blood)
He made it out the mud, I'll still put him in the mud (mud)
(It's not a playground)
But now he's stuck in it
I'll stuff the clip, rise the stick and touch his wig
I talk a lot of crud (crud)
I've drawn a lot of blood (blood)
He made it out the mud, I'll still put him in the mud (mud)
(It's not a playground)
But now he's stuck in it
I'll stuff the clip, rise the stick and touch his wig

I wanted a pound like The Wall (fuck penny up)
I'll aim the tre pound at his head, slap two and watch him fall
I'll touch him with a .40 chrome, I'll still bring the 40 home
Piggy in the middle of the court, said he brought his phone
I ain't saving, ghost sells sight said it was 60 seconds
Fuck a Jammy Dodger, I don't step with sticky weapons
What you niggas reckon they're just chatting pure shit?
He tried to run, I stuck it in his back and told him, "You're it"
If I spy a opp, I'm gonna corn him
You can't hide when I seek with this four-fifth
I turn it rock, made it paper from this Forza whiff
Yard man, I'ma use the scissors just to crash the piff

I talk a lot of crud (crud)
I've drawn a lot of blood (blood)
He made it out the mud, I'll still put him in the mud (mud)
(It's not a playground)
But now he's stuck in it
I'll stuff the clip, rise the stick and touch his wig
I talk a lot of crud (crud)
I've drawn a lot of blood (blood)
He made it out the mud, I'll still put him in the mud (mud)
(It's not a playground)
But now he's stuck in it
I'll stuff the clip, rise the stick and touch his wig

Fuck penny up