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Kenny Noel
Kenny Noel
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Out The Mud DP on the beat Yeah. Broward. Uh! We going way up that's cause we stayed up now they can't keep up (Now they can't keep up) We pulling up, they say what's goodie, when they do see us (Aye whats goodie) Aye we the wave once again we made a play once again You cannot get in the whip right now cause shawty ain't a ten Aye I got it out the mud, never had no hand out (Facts) Knew it would be just like this because I had it planned out (Mmmhm) Hey we do it on the fly, thank God it all panned out Aye he swore he was hot, but he really fanned out, yeah Aye! Mixtape, mixtape, mixtape bout to drop (Now drop) This ain't, this ain't, this ain't what you want Shawty for the squad what you came for? (On the gang) My better is yo best, you ain't know, whore! My better is yo best, my better is yo best And we blowed up, and we glowed up and all it took was finesse I got a bad jawn saying pull up now cause now she feeling quite zest I looked down at the text, like yeah girl say less Been with the day ones, and the dawgs them Been working like we all starving I been peeped we would get there I been knew this my calling But I stayed humble and I worked hard and I came out that jungle I was one track minded, but now but my vision tunnel, yeah We going way up that's cause we stayed up now they can't keep up (Now they can't keep up) We pulling up, they say what's goodie, when they do see us (Aye whats goodie) Aye we the wave once again we made a play once again You cannot get in the whip right now cause shawty ain't a ten Aye I got it out the mud, never had no hand out (Facts) Knew it would be just like this because I had it planned out (Mmmhm) Hey we do it on the fly, thank God it all panned out Aye he swore he was hot, but he really fanned out, yeah Aye! Mixtape, mixtape, mixtape bout to drop (Now drop) This ain't, this ain't, this ain't what you want Shawty for the squad what you came for? (On the gang) My better is yo best, you ain't know, whore! Bag chasing, we was bag chasing Skirting off like we drag racing Got a baddie she be past 10 We be bringing up all the cash in And I'm bout to drop some new heat Pulling up in a two seat I had to go and tell Arone that we gotta bag a new freak And we gon let it pop again know that we be poppin then You know it's a movie, every single time that we drop again ReelOSSM to 94, gotta change up the climate though Broward County till the death me, and now you know where to find me though
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