Muddy Dallas Nights by. Big Boy Caprice feats Jax
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- 2000s
- gangsta rap
- late 2000s
- texas rap
- posse cut
- southern hip hop
- trap
- vulgar
- dirty south
- dallas
- drill
Lyrics
Intro Verse
Late night Henny runs, posted up on Kiest, yeah
Homies ridin' dirty, every whip lookin' beast, yeah
Waffa House after hours, syrup stains on my tee
Triple gold Daytons, sippin' muddy, feelin' free
16 in the mag, with the sticker on the tank
Gold grill, talk slick, never worried what they think
Block hot, feds clock, got eyes in my rear
But this drank got me floatin', I ain't hidin' shit here
Cup Ritual Interlude
Pop that seal, let it drizzle, purple rain in my hand
Double styrofoam, mix it up, this the play for the fam
Candy paint reflections seen in every cup we pour
Boys talk a lot, but ain't none never sip like yours
Posse Intro
Who that creepin' up? Whole clique sippin' heavy
Triple D riders, in the slab, we movin' steady
OGs on the line, everybody droppin' game
Money in the circle, all my partners rep the same
Roll up, big chief, got the kush cloud thick
Redbone on the seat, she love how we talk slick
Barre in the jug, and this life full of sin
Put the South on the map, let the flexin' begin
Crew Roll Call
Shout to Oak Cliff, my boy Polo in the ride
South Dallas, Henny poured, couple heaters by my side
Ridin' for our city, yeah we crazy, that's the truth
Bosses in the kitchen, gettin' rich off the proof
Nat in the cut with that Coupe sittin' swole
Steve got the banger, he ain't scared to let it go
Playas from the Grove, got respect down to the T
If you ain't on the squad, you ain't never sippin' free
Pre-Intro
Foam cup drippin', pour another, that's how we start the night
Pulled up outside, trunk knockin', trunk steady holdin' light
Lil' bro rollin', pack in motion, two lines cross the ice
Never changin', day or evenin', this mud my only vice
Crawlin' curb, ridin' chrome, sippin' slow, that's standard code
Big knots in the pocket, every drop turnin' heavy mode
Intro
Dallas, Texas, late nights, cup spiked like whoa
Verse 1
Swervin' slow, purple in my Sprite, got that muddy in my grip
Wood grain wheel, fuck a cop, middle finger when I dip
Clean fade, icy chain, diamonds dancin' when I flex
Girl on my lap, she want that smoke, she ain't worried 'bout her ex
Candy slab, bangin' hard, pop the trunk just for show
Glock in the jaws, got it tucked, yeah, I let these haters know
Pourin' foes in my cup, got my vision lookin' heavy
Dallas streets, movin' work, real hustlers never petty
Chorus
Drank in my cup, bitch I'm leanin', can't remember last night
Texas boys run this shit, popped a seal—now it's right
Drank in my cup, got me slow, yeah I'm floatin' through the scene
If you ain't about that muddy, get the fuck up off my team
Verse 2
Swag ridiculous, speakers rattlin' through the block all day
Dope in my socks, I ain't lyin', I'm just gettin' paid
Party wild, rollin' blunt, shorty wanna sip the flavor
Mix the syrup with the soda, that addiction got me braver
Dallas heat, dirty deeds, everybody playin' dirty
Throwin' stacks in the air, actin' bad, feelin' worthy
Faded mind, purple eyes, can't remember if it's Tuesday
Lost inside that styrofoam, but fuck it, that's where I choose, ayy
Chorus
Drank in my cup, bitch I'm leanin', can't remember last night
Texas boys run this shit, popped a seal—now it's right
Drank in my cup, got me slow, yeah I'm floatin' through the scene
If you ain't about that muddy, get the fuck up off my team
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