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RIMZEE - OUT THE MUD ft AV Allure (Official Music Video)

#rap #hiphop #drill LISTEN TO MY NEW EP ‘THE ARCHIVES’ NOW ⬇️ https://ditto.fm/the-archives-rimzee Follow Rimzee: ▶Instagram:   / therealrimzee   ▶Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/65QlW... ▶Apple Music:   / rimzee   ▶Soundcloud:   / therealrimzee   ▶Instagram:   / therealrimzee   ▶Twitter:   / therealrimzee   ▶TikTok:   / therealrimzee   ▶Facebook:   / therealrimzee   LYRICS Every morning send the text's Fiends gotta get the message I’m doing Yoga on buj they way I got it stretching Grind like , slow jams Chasing girls get u no bands Ain’t onda block , ak I’m bigger than the programme More shoes than reeboks Trap boy they no my Ethos Coke in this jar this ain’t sea moss 100 thousand on one cooker I’m a gun busseer and a drug pusher But I need ms like my brudda mulla Master p no limit Went and got that phone ringing Boujee nigga but I came from low living V12 engine Spend 50 onda pendant I don’t shed tears unless it’s denim Hit thenes I don’t no bout hit records Counting 50 in bedroom Member cooking in the kettle I Got more hard food than tickle me my name in the streets Ak i don’t need the industry Hook Came up out the mud they want throw me back in When you from the slums then it’s ball or trapping Bruddah I’d be done if I was only rapping Figured out the curse then I broke the pattern Everyting I done yo I done in fashion If it weren’t for love it was purely passion Know they hate me bad but they love the badness Bruddah where I’m from it’s snakes and ladders Last of a dying breed What a shambles It wernt all lights and candles The plug got me on my feet like sandals The feds had me locked up like Charles Branson Still shot corners but I ain’t on them Out tryna get a pound Working late like a owl But I need this paper halal Juggin in rain the and the coldest weather Family of trappers I don’t know no better Ring me aria grande Crack on the stove yh I came up that way They Used to gimme ema I got hustling in my DNA Me and Dean made that line do 3 a day F a press run I mixed dirty with f1 Lost sticks bought next ones Lv spills 1000 pound meals If I just talk money blame the grills Came up out the mud they want throw me back in When you from the slums then it’s ball or trapping Bruddah I’d be done if I was only rapping Figured out the curse then I broke the pattern Everyting I done yo I done in fashion If it weren’t for love it was purely passion Know they hate me bad but they love the badness Bruddah where I’m from it’s snakes and ladders Last of a dying breed