Muthafucka Up (Drum & Bass Remix) (Explicit)

Muthaf**ka Up (Drum & Bass Remix) - Magic Remixers

YMCMB rawest niggas doing it

School for the blind I don't

See these niggas doing it

I'm doing it and doing it

And doing it well

Niggas wanna test me

Boy who wanna fail

Hit you like a bully b**ch

Yeah saved by the bell

If you scared go to church

Ill see you in hell

And your girl she a flip give

Me heads or tails

Everybody fake so I got real for sale

Gunpowder fill the air

Rappers shittin on theyself you

Could smell the fear

And these b**ches laying flowers

Cause the king is near

T-Raw this is the new flavour in ya ear

Niggas softer than baby hair

Why you acting tough heard you

Work at Build-a-bear

Ima a dealer all my girls come in

Deuce and pairs

I'm in the building I construct so

Light this muthaf-cker up

What the funk you beezys want

I'm ready to hump the car I call

It ele-phunk

Trunk in the front

Man she give me good brain

Cause she feel dumb

I just keep going like the bunny

Till I feel numb

Yeah these b**ches want it

I put my mans on it

That 110 Sup that Ferrari Caliornia

Niggas want beef call me Tony Romo

You potatoes on the sofa

Lazy muthaf-ckas why you

Ain't even trying

Rich or die trying why you

Niggas ain't died yet

Wings tattoo yeah forever

On some fly sh*t

And I'm with the business

Skip peon with a ty clip

Stay on the flight yeah Ima trip

Probably up in Paradise chillin

Like Parliaments

Flow got a boner you could say

I'm on some harder sh*t

Bout to make the speaker buss

Crank this muthaF**ka Up

Okay really I get money

I get money like a b**ch

She ain't goin nowhere but

Swear that b**ch a trip

You see how the diamonds

Get to dancing it

Yeah ya money short get

Some pants and sh*t

I be with a ni**a with a big ol dick

Yeah I like them balls you

Be shooting them bricks

F**k you in the game for

B**ch we up three zip and

This game four

Tell em listen couple bad

Bitchess

Out in Kingston kicking

Up bricks and sh*t

Intervention b**ch I pay ya pension

Oh you say what I don't

Pay attention

Yeah these niggas want it

I put my b**ches on it

You know the tattoos got

Nicki initials on it

I put the p**sy on em

Cook em a pot roast

Then pull off in the Ghost

B**ch I do the most

What the funk you beezys want

It ain't your turn better

Have my money

Friday like Big worm

Can't see you niggas you

Like a little germ

B**ches know I'm excellent

Like Mr Burns

See my dick like Butter churn

Baby churn and ya girl with me foshure

That ain't your concern

She forgot about her other man

She will never learn

On a mic till I die RIP chick huh

Yessir colder than the Pittsburgh

Winter fresher than a Will Smith T-Shirt

These spurts coming through

Last King and a hearse

Ask later shoot first got shooters like dirt

When it hurts leave you losers bruised up

Bruce Lee nunchucks

Toe from the floor up though

Duck rubber duck now you like oh shucks

Tell the neighbours I don't give a f**k