Oliver the 2nd - Mean Muggin' lyrics

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Oliver the 2nd - Mean Muggin' lyrics

[Verse 1: Oliver the 2nd] Put the shine in your face like an eye doc Rep the squad every day, homie, why stop? See I was born cold, likely I'mma die hot Baggin up in live spots ever since I tried pot Took my very first hit back in 2000 Now it's nothing less than 2 pounds in my new housing Sorta lit, cold chick, thought you knew about it Only thing she brought, Vicky draws and a few blouses Verso on the move, nothing you can do about it Roll with double OGs, n***as too 'bout it Get your crew pounded, then I guarantee You dudes use the Youtube as your feud outlet You just food out here Full moon and it's wolves out here Woop, woop, call the troops out here Done f**ed around and locked me with the realest spitting Kitty gimmick, signed, sealed, delivered to your city limit [Verse 2: Jonwayne] You could snatch a grab-bag of galaxies and pull out a million Planets and not a specimen can f** with my rappin' I must have got the foot of a rabbit inside the cannon To damage your whole hood like a thousand birds crappin' Captain, hand me the megaphone if you wanna see action This ain't the land of relaxing, lavishly practicing I bring d**h like taxes and leave heads in baskets And the rest in caskets It's kinda gruesome, but me and my hand can make a twosome You know these rhymes recall because I knew son And then he slipped the noose on with his loose arm and sang a new song But I'm not trying to see the reaper Unless you promise that I'm in the Beemer with Aaliyah Bumping for eternity in two seaters My ears bleed out the speakers Keep your seat up when I'm speaking [Verse 3: Jeremiah Jae] You wide-eyed till disaster strikes We move in the night, the moon bright, wolf bite Shot down, rotting like an apple in the middle of the street And your peoples didn't help you Flames on the side of my whip Everything my team touch requires strength Fire to your dome, peace, higher up the ladder [?]s we broke down, lines you can't cross Hot bars, I ain't warming up a Kit Kat It's click clack, no seat belt strap I'm a creature, black features It's not complete until I consummate the beat Running till my feet ache Living in the E-Age, information key [?] We open doors to the key exchange Rising up the pH scales

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