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Spoddie C - Mula Lyrics



Spoddie C - Mula Lyrics




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Run up them racks; we tryna get to the Mula.
If I wanna bust down, I go to my jewla.
Baby was face; she wanna f*ck on the shoota.
But she crept in the fish bowl, and they split up a noodle.
Say you can f*ck with my gang, boy, you foolish.
The sticks that we carry real, like pinky booty.
And speaking of booties, I need me a big booty bitch so I can slut her out in the jacuzzi.
When I dick her down, she says, "Baby, make a movie."
I love the way she eats the dick up like pasta.
Bendin' with arch; know I'm lovin' her posture.
I know she a real one; she ain't into gossip.
Made her my main and took her off the roster.
She lovin' my drip lovin' how I get busy.
This BankRoll look foreign, full of 100s and 50s.
I'm feelin' good; I might buy her new titties.

I'm feelin' good; I might buy her a bag!
I'm feelin' good; I might flip me a diddy.
Lately been gettin' money; I never had.
If we hop in the whip with the sticks, we might crash.
Pussy boy, there ain't no cap in my rap.
At 13 years old, I learned how to clean out a Mac.
My first robbery was when big bro rolled a crap.
I bust my first nut on a freak in the trap.
And she told me, "Don't say shit, 'cause she got a nigga who's crazy."
And they're thinking 'bout havin' a baby.
I can't even cap; when I got in that whap,
I went hard like a flagrant.
But let her tell it, I engraved her belly, and I was just a baby.
I know these niggas be hatin'.
That's why I try and stay out the way.
Get to the guap and make sure the fam's straight.
I can't let no nigga eat off my plate.
These niggas shrimp, and I'm like sirloin steak.
I cut down the grass 'cause these niggas be snakes.
Better knock off ya bro, 'cause he's really a fake.

Listen, this some real shit.

Run up them racks; we tryna get to the Mula.
If I wanna bust down, I go to my jewla.
Baby was face; she wanna f*ck on the shoota.
But she crept in the fish bowl, and they split up a noodle.
Say you can f*ck with my gang, boy, you foolish.
The sticks that we carry real, like pinky booty.
And speaking of booties, I need me a big booty bitch so I can slut her out in the jacuzzi.
When I dick her down,
She say, "Baby, make a movie."
I love the way she eats the dick up like pasta.
Bendin' with arch; know I'm lovin' her posture.
I know she a real one; she ain't into gossip.
Made her my main and took her off the roster.
She love my drip lovin how I get busy.
Bank Roll a foreign; got 100s and 50s.
I'm feelin' good; I might buy her new titties.
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Run up them racks; we tryna get to the Mula.
If I wanna bust down, I go to my jewla.
Baby was face; she wanna f*ck on the shoota.
But she crept in the fish bowl, and they split up a noodle.
Say you can f*ck with my gang, boy, you foolish.
The sticks that we carry real, like pinky booty.
And speaking of booties, I need me a big booty bitch so I can slut her out in the jacuzzi.
When I dick her down, she says, "Baby, make a movie."
I love the way she eats the dick up like pasta.
Bendin' with arch; know I'm lovin' her posture.
I know she a real one; she ain't into gossip.
Made her my main and took her off the roster.
She lovin' my drip lovin' how I get busy.
This BankRoll look foreign, full of 100s and 50s.
I'm feelin' good; I might buy her new titties.

I'm feelin' good; I might buy her a bag!
I'm feelin' good; I might flip me a diddy.
Lately been gettin' money; I never had.
If we hop in the whip with the sticks, we might crash.
Pussy boy, there ain't no cap in my rap.
At 13 years old, I learned how to clean out a Mac.
My first robbery was when big bro rolled a crap.
I bust my first nut on a freak in the trap.
And she told me, "Don't say shit, 'cause she got a nigga who's crazy."
And they're thinking 'bout havin' a baby.
I can't even cap; when I got in that whap,
I went hard like a flagrant.
But let her tell it, I engraved her belly, and I was just a baby.
I know these niggas be hatin'.
That's why I try and stay out the way.
Get to the guap and make sure the fam's straight.
I can't let no nigga eat off my plate.
These niggas shrimp, and I'm like sirloin steak.
I cut down the grass 'cause these niggas be snakes.
Better knock off ya bro, 'cause he's really a fake.

Listen, this some real shit.

Run up them racks; we tryna get to the Mula.
If I wanna bust down, I go to my jewla.
Baby was face; she wanna f*ck on the shoota.
But she crept in the fish bowl, and they split up a noodle.
Say you can f*ck with my gang, boy, you foolish.
The sticks that we carry real, like pinky booty.
And speaking of booties, I need me a big booty bitch so I can slut her out in the jacuzzi.
When I dick her down,
She say, "Baby, make a movie."
I love the way she eats the dick up like pasta.
Bendin' with arch; know I'm lovin' her posture.
I know she a real one; she ain't into gossip.
Made her my main and took her off the roster.
She love my drip lovin how I get busy.
Bank Roll a foreign; got 100s and 50s.
I'm feelin' good; I might buy her new titties.
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Writer: Caleb Simmons
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Performed By: Spoddie C
Language: English
Length: 3:25
Written by: Caleb Simmons

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