Got Muscle (feat. Peewee Longway & WaveIQ)

Lyrics

Longway, Longway, bitch
 You got muscle?
 GoldLink, what it do my nigga?
 Been having muscle since a jit, you understand me?
 You got muscle then flex then, nigga, what's happening?
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? (Flexin')
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? You got muscle? (Flexin')
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? (Flexin')
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? You got muscle?
 Yeah, how many niggas from the block?
 Just a real nigga 'til they get popped?
 Get knocked, 'til that nigga turn to God, they're a cop
 And I never gave a fuck about an opp, yeah-hah
 Juice thicker than a raindrop
 I done seen more coons than Boondocks, uh
 Hear the songs, then he go, then he stop, uh
 Beat his ass, take his chain, then we out, out
 I don't give a fuck about the clout, um
 I just really care about the outcome
 Man, a nigga really miss Malcolm
 Gunshots for the club, clout dumb
 This real nigga shit ransom
 Not random, throw tantrums
 My bitch be bad, you can't fathom
 So I cop the Phantom, uh
 Bet you can't hold the heat and cop what's on the flame
 I can't find you? I'll beat your mans
 I be in the food to fuck with features
 So fatigue and 'lead the fifth and lead the fam
 I be in the streets for weeks
 And hold my dirty Glocks for three
 And shoot out with your clan
 I just want the bucks, the fiends, the cluck
 I got the stuff, you want to go inside the pan? Uh
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? (Flexin')
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? You got muscle? (Flexin')
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? (Flexin')
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? You got muscle?
 I got a brand new shawty, big booty, she from Texas
 The way she playing with the titties, make me feel like she ambidextrous
 Our crew damn near tied up, ain't no time for extras
 The way I whip the tires, I could start a fire in a Lexus
 I got one hand on the booty, the other is clutching my necklace
 All these rappers, all these niggas better understand that I'm reckless
 And I heard you niggas reaping shawties and you think you relentless
 Yeah, I'm on your ass, lil' niggas, it ain't no time for extras
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? (Flexin')
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? You got muscle? (Flexin')
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? (Flexin')
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? You got muscle?
 You got muscle? Flex
 Steppin' on a lil' bitch neck
 Water drippin' off my Rolex
 Trap back door, Bowflex
 Runnin' up a big blue check
 Hundred blue baguettes
 GoldLink wrist on my neck
 Percocet mixin' with the molly, get her wet
 Smoking on exotic, good Biscotti on the jet
 Pot Illuminati, catch a body with the TEC
 Got muscle? Fuck it, young nigga, just flex
 448, I invest in the best
 Thousand eight grams, you can hit it, take a test
 Wockhardt, Hi-Tech, smell it when I piss
 You ain't Crip, we ain't all stressin', motion with a bitch
 Dior, Chanel, my 'Gatti, Aventi'
 Double R truck, I might hop out in Fendi
 Longway, bitch
 You got muscle? Huh
 Arm & Hammer music, let's get it
 
 Longway, Longway, bitch
 You got muscle?
 GoldLink, what it do my nigga?
 Been having muscle since a jit, you understand me?
 You got muscle then flex then, nigga, what's happening?
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? (Flexin')
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? You got muscle? (Flexin')
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? (Flexin')
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? You got muscle?
 Yeah, how many niggas from the block?
 Just a real nigga 'til they get popped?
 Get knocked, 'til that nigga turn to God, they're a cop
 And I never gave a fuck about an opp, yeah-hah
 Juice thicker than a raindrop
 I done seen more coons than Boondocks, uh
 Hear the songs, then he go, then he stop, uh
 Beat his ass, take his chain, then we out, out
 I don't give a fuck about the clout, um
 I just really care about the outcome
 Man, a nigga really miss Malcolm
 Gunshots for the club, clout dumb
 This real nigga shit ransom
 Not random, throw tantrums
 My bitch be bad, you can't fathom
 So I cop the Phantom, uh
 Bet you can't hold the heat and cop what's on the flame
 I can't find you? I'll beat your mans
 I be in the food to fuck with features
 So fatigue and 'lead the fifth and lead the fam
 I be in the streets for weeks
 And hold my dirty Glocks for three
 And shoot out with your clan
 I just want the bucks, the fiends, the cluck
 I got the stuff, you want to go inside the pan? Uh
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? (Flexin')
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? You got muscle? (Flexin')
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? (Flexin')
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? You got muscle?
 I got a brand new shawty, big booty, she from Texas
 The way she playing with the titties, make me feel like she ambidextrous
 Our crew damn near tied up, ain't no time for extras
 The way I whip the tires, I could start a fire in a Lexus
 I got one hand on the booty, the other is clutching my necklace
 All these rappers, all these niggas better understand that I'm reckless
 And I heard you niggas reaping shawties and you think you relentless
 Yeah, I'm on your ass, lil' niggas, it ain't no time for extras
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? (Flexin')
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? You got muscle? (Flexin')
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? (Flexin')
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? You got muscle?
 You got muscle? Flex
 Steppin' on a lil' bitch neck
 Water drippin' off my Rolex
 Trap back door, Bowflex
 Runnin' up a big blue check
 Hundred blue baguettes
 GoldLink wrist on my neck
 Percocet mixin' with the molly, get her wet
 Smoking on exotic, good Biscotti on the jet
 Pot Illuminati, catch a body with the TEC
 Got muscle? Fuck it, young nigga, just flex
 448, I invest in the best
 Thousand eight grams, you can hit it, take a test
 Wockhardt, Hi-Tech, smell it when I piss
 You ain't Crip, we ain't all stressin', motion with a bitch
 Dior, Chanel, my 'Gatti, Aventi'
 Double R truck, I might hop out in Fendi
 Longway, bitch
 You got muscle? Huh
 Arm & Hammer music, let's get it
 
 Longway, Longway, bitch
 You got muscle?
 GoldLink, what it do my nigga?
 Been having muscle since a jit, you understand me?
 You got muscle then flex then, nigga, what's happening?
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? (Flexin')
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? You got muscle? (Flexin')
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? (Flexin')
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? You got muscle?
 Yeah, how many niggas from the block?
 Just a real nigga 'til they get popped?
 Get knocked, 'til that nigga turn to God, they're a cop
 And I never gave a fuck about an opp, yeah-hah
 Juice thicker than a raindrop
 I done seen more coons than Boondocks, uh
 Hear the songs, then he go, then he stop, uh
 Beat his ass, take his chain, then we out, out
 I don't give a fuck about the clout, um
 I just really care about the outcome
 Man, a nigga really miss Malcolm
 Gunshots for the club, clout dumb
 This real nigga shit ransom
 Not random, throw tantrums
 My bitch be bad, you can't fathom
 So I cop the Phantom, uh
 Bet you can't hold the heat and cop what's on the flame
 I can't find you? I'll beat your mans
 I be in the food to fuck with features
 So fatigue and 'lead the fifth and lead the fam
 I be in the streets for weeks
 And hold my dirty Glocks for three
 And shoot out with your clan
 I just want the bucks, the fiends, the cluck
 I got the stuff, you want to go inside the pan? Uh
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? (Flexin')
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? You got muscle? (Flexin')
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? (Flexin')
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? You got muscle?
 I got a brand new shawty, big booty, she from Texas
 The way she playing with the titties, make me feel like she ambidextrous
 Our crew damn near tied up, ain't no time for extras
 The way I whip the tires, I could start a fire in a Lexus
 I got one hand on the booty, the other is clutching my necklace
 All these rappers, all these niggas better understand that I'm reckless
 And I heard you niggas reaping shawties and you think you relentless
 Yeah, I'm on your ass, lil' niggas, it ain't no time for extras
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? (Flexin')
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? You got muscle? (Flexin')
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? (Flexin')
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? You got muscle?
 You got muscle? Flex
 Steppin' on a lil' bitch neck
 Water drippin' off my Rolex
 Trap back door, Bowflex
 Runnin' up a big blue check
 Hundred blue baguettes
 GoldLink wrist on my neck
 Percocet mixin' with the molly, get her wet
 Smoking on exotic, good Biscotti on the jet
 Pot Illuminati, catch a body with the TEC
 Got muscle? Fuck it, young nigga, just flex
 448, I invest in the best
 Thousand eight grams, you can hit it, take a test
 Wockhardt, Hi-Tech, smell it when I piss
 You ain't Crip, we ain't all stressin', motion with a bitch
 Dior, Chanel, my 'Gatti, Aventi'
 Double R truck, I might hop out in Fendi
 Longway, bitch
 You got muscle? Huh
 Arm & Hammer music, let's get it
 
 Longway, Longway, bitch
 You got muscle?
 GoldLink, what it do my nigga?
 Been having muscle since a jit, you understand me?
 You got muscle then flex then, nigga, what's happening?
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? (Flexin')
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? You got muscle? (Flexin')
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? (Flexin')
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? You got muscle?
 Yeah, how many niggas from the block?
 Just a real nigga 'til they get popped?
 Get knocked, 'til that nigga turn to God, they're a cop
 And I never gave a fuck about an opp, yeah-hah
 Juice thicker than a raindrop
 I done seen more coons than Boondocks, uh
 Hear the songs, then he go, then he stop, uh
 Beat his ass, take his chain, then we out, out
 I don't give a fuck about the clout, um
 I just really care about the outcome
 Man, a nigga really miss Malcolm
 Gunshots for the club, clout dumb
 This real nigga shit ransom
 Not random, throw tantrums
 My bitch be bad, you can't fathom
 So I cop the Phantom, uh
 Bet you can't hold the heat and cop what's on the flame
 I can't find you? I'll beat your mans
 I be in the food to fuck with features
 So fatigue and 'lead the fifth and lead the fam
 I be in the streets for weeks
 And hold my dirty Glocks for three
 And shoot out with your clan
 I just want the bucks, the fiends, the cluck
 I got the stuff, you want to go inside the pan? Uh
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? (Flexin')
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? You got muscle? (Flexin')
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? (Flexin')
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? You got muscle?
 I got a brand new shawty, big booty, she from Texas
 The way she playing with the titties, make me feel like she ambidextrous
 Our crew damn near tied up, ain't no time for extras
 The way I whip the tires, I could start a fire in a Lexus
 I got one hand on the booty, the other is clutching my necklace
 All these rappers, all these niggas better understand that I'm reckless
 And I heard you niggas reaping shawties and you think you relentless
 Yeah, I'm on your ass, lil' niggas, it ain't no time for extras
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? (Flexin')
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? You got muscle? (Flexin')
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? (Flexin')
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? You got muscle?
 You got muscle? Flex
 Steppin' on a lil' bitch neck
 Water drippin' off my Rolex
 Trap back door, Bowflex
 Runnin' up a big blue check
 Hundred blue baguettes
 GoldLink wrist on my neck
 Percocet mixin' with the molly, get her wet
 Smoking on exotic, good Biscotti on the jet
 Pot Illuminati, catch a body with the TEC
 Got muscle? Fuck it, young nigga, just flex
 448, I invest in the best
 Thousand eight grams, you can hit it, take a test
 Wockhardt, Hi-Tech, smell it when I piss
 You ain't Crip, we ain't all stressin', motion with a bitch
 Dior, Chanel, my 'Gatti, Aventi'
 Double R truck, I might hop out in Fendi
 Longway, bitch
 You got muscle? Huh
 Arm & Hammer music, let's get it
 
 Longway, Longway, bitch
 You got muscle?
 GoldLink, what it do my nigga?
 Been having muscle since a jit, you understand me?
 You got muscle then flex then, nigga, what's happening?
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? (Flexin')
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? You got muscle? (Flexin')
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? (Flexin')
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? You got muscle?
 Yeah, how many niggas from the block?
 Just a real nigga 'til they get popped?
 Get knocked, 'til that nigga turn to God, they're a cop
 And I never gave a fuck about an opp, yeah-hah
 Juice thicker than a raindrop
 I done seen more coons than Boondocks, uh
 Hear the songs, then he go, then he stop, uh
 Beat his ass, take his chain, then we out, out
 I don't give a fuck about the clout, um
 I just really care about the outcome
 Man, a nigga really miss Malcolm
 Gunshots for the club, clout dumb
 This real nigga shit ransom
 Not random, throw tantrums
 My bitch be bad, you can't fathom
 So I cop the Phantom, uh
 Bet you can't hold the heat and cop what's on the flame
 I can't find you? I'll beat your mans
 I be in the food to fuck with features
 So fatigue and 'lead the fifth and lead the fam
 I be in the streets for weeks
 And hold my dirty Glocks for three
 And shoot out with your clan
 I just want the bucks, the fiends, the cluck
 I got the stuff, you want to go inside the pan? Uh
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? (Flexin')
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? You got muscle? (Flexin')
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? (Flexin')
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? You got muscle?
 I got a brand new shawty, big booty, she from Texas
 The way she playing with the titties, make me feel like she ambidextrous
 Our crew damn near tied up, ain't no time for extras
 The way I whip the tires, I could start a fire in a Lexus
 I got one hand on the booty, the other is clutching my necklace
 All these rappers, all these niggas better understand that I'm reckless
 And I heard you niggas reaping shawties and you think you relentless
 Yeah, I'm on your ass, lil' niggas, it ain't no time for extras
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? (Flexin')
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? You got muscle? (Flexin')
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? (Flexin')
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? You got muscle?
 You got muscle? Flex
 Steppin' on a lil' bitch neck
 Water drippin' off my Rolex
 Trap back door, Bowflex
 Runnin' up a big blue check
 Hundred blue baguettes
 GoldLink wrist on my neck
 Percocet mixin' with the molly, get her wet
 Smoking on exotic, good Biscotti on the jet
 Pot Illuminati, catch a body with the TEC
 Got muscle? Fuck it, young nigga, just flex
 448, I invest in the best
 Thousand eight grams, you can hit it, take a test
 Wockhardt, Hi-Tech, smell it when I piss
 You ain't Crip, we ain't all stressin', motion with a bitch
 Dior, Chanel, my 'Gatti, Aventi'
 Double R truck, I might hop out in Fendi
 Longway, bitch
 You got muscle? Huh
 Arm & Hammer music, let's get it
 
 Longway, Longway, bitch
 You got muscle?
 GoldLink, what it do my nigga?
 Been having muscle since a jit, you understand me?
 You got muscle then flex then, nigga, what's happening?
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? (Flexin')
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? You got muscle? (Flexin')
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? (Flexin')
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? You got muscle?
 Yeah, how many niggas from the block?
 Just a real nigga 'til they get popped?
 Get knocked, 'til that nigga turn to God, they're a cop
 And I never gave a fuck about an opp, yeah-hah
 Juice thicker than a raindrop
 I done seen more coons than Boondocks, uh
 Hear the songs, then he go, then he stop, uh
 Beat his ass, take his chain, then we out, out
 I don't give a fuck about the clout, um
 I just really care about the outcome
 Man, a nigga really miss Malcolm
 Gunshots for the club, clout dumb
 This real nigga shit ransom
 Not random, throw tantrums
 My bitch be bad, you can't fathom
 So I cop the Phantom, uh
 Bet you can't hold the heat and cop what's on the flame
 I can't find you? I'll beat your mans
 I be in the food to fuck with features
 So fatigue and 'lead the fifth and lead the fam
 I be in the streets for weeks
 And hold my dirty Glocks for three
 And shoot out with your clan
 I just want the bucks, the fiends, the cluck
 I got the stuff, you want to go inside the pan? Uh
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? (Flexin')
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? You got muscle? (Flexin')
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? (Flexin')
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? You got muscle?
 I got a brand new shawty, big booty, she from Texas
 The way she playing with the titties, make me feel like she ambidextrous
 Our crew damn near tied up, ain't no time for extras
 The way I whip the tires, I could start a fire in a Lexus
 I got one hand on the booty, the other is clutching my necklace
 All these rappers, all these niggas better understand that I'm reckless
 And I heard you niggas reaping shawties and you think you relentless
 Yeah, I'm on your ass, lil' niggas, it ain't no time for extras
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? (Flexin')
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? You got muscle? (Flexin')
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? (Flexin')
 Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? You got muscle?
 You got muscle? Flex
 Steppin' on a lil' bitch neck
 Water drippin' off my Rolex
 Trap back door, Bowflex
 Runnin' up a big blue check
 Hundred blue baguettes
 GoldLink wrist on my neck
 Percocet mixin' with the molly, get her wet
 Smoking on exotic, good Biscotti on the jet
 Pot Illuminati, catch a body with the TEC
 Got muscle? Fuck it, young nigga, just flex
 448, I invest in the best
 Thousand eight grams, you can hit it, take a test
 Wockhardt, Hi-Tech, smell it when I piss
 You ain't Crip, we ain't all stressin', motion with a bitch
 Dior, Chanel, my 'Gatti, Aventi'
 Double R truck, I might hop out in Fendi
 Longway, bitch
 You got muscle? Huh
 Arm & Hammer music, let's get it
 

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02:58
Tempo
130 BPM

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