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lirik lagu i’m confused – face & mudd

[intro]
(l*finguz)

[chorus: face]
n*gga, i’m confused
where y’all hang at?
where you n*ggas bang at?
where you n*ggas tote them thangs at?
n*gga, i’m confused
where your turf be?
where n*ggas put in work be?
and n*ggas sayin’ they gon’ murk me?
n*gga, i’m confused
where y’all hang at?
where you n*ggas bang at?
where you n*ggas tote them thangs at?
n*gga, i’m confused
where your turf be?
where n*ggas put in work be?
and n*ggas sayin’ they gon’ murk me?
n*gga, i’m confused
[verse 1: face]
i tapped in with the shytsplack
that .40 got a iron fist kickback (boom, boom)
ridin’ through the city, n*gga, opp shoppin’
might pull up bussin’ off a pill like the green goblin
if you ain’t from bianchi, you is not poppin’ (unh*uh)
i’m from thе north, but get love from the wholе stockton (2*0*9)
we don’t ‘net bang, we know the cops watchin’ (unh*uh)
i’m on live just to stunt ’cause the opps watchin’
shout out my main b*tch, she’s a dope stepper (shout out my main b*tch)
i chase that bag like a california gold rusher
trap still boom, fiends call the old number
you ain’t a legend ‘less you make it through a cold summer (uh*huh)
the beam on the glock 9 indigo (boom, boom)
drum hold fifty*one, yamasaki ichiro (boom, boom)
i’m with folk ‘nem smokin’ like a chief, though
and nigas know i push a hardline like a free throw

[chorus: face & wooski]
n*gga, i’m confused
where y’all hang at?
where you n*ggas bang at?
where you n*ggas tote them thangs at?
n*gga, i’m confused
where your turf be?
where n*ggas put in work be?
and n*ggas sayin’ they gon’ murk me?
n*gga, i’m confused
where y’all hang at?
where you n*ggas bang at?
where you n*ggas tote them thangs at?
n*gga, i’m confused
where your turf be?
where n*ggas put in work be?
and n*ggas sayin’ they gon’ murk me?
n*gga, i’m confused (wop)
[verse 2: wooski]
hit him close*range, blood all on my kicks (wop)
we be thirsty, show no mercy and courtesy for your clique (huh, grrah)
i’m just juggin’ and worryin’ ’bout gettin’ rich (getrightwityou)
but this year, i lost my partner, so everybody gettin’ hit
i don’t wanna talk, that’s what the cops do
posted on the block, i got dope, i got rocks, too
glizzy in my drawers, i heard these n*ggas tryna stop woo
run up a couple thousand, so i can bond right out the box, foo
you gotta move cautious (you gotta move cautious)
tookaville, all my n*ggas bosses (tookaville, tookaville)
godd*mn, i took so many losses (r.i.p. the guys)
pockets real fat, rick rosses (huh, huh)
now how did this b*tch get my number?
i need green faces, twenties, fifties, hunnas (twenties, fifties, hunnas)
in your house, tools out like a plumber (grrah)
a lot of k!llers with me, boy, they ain’t for nothin’ (boom, boom, boom)

[chorus: face]
n*gga, i’m confused
where y’all hang at?
where you n*ggas bang at?
where you n*ggas tote them thangs at?
n*gga, i’m confused
where your turf be?
where n*ggas put in work be?
and n*ggas sayin’ they gon’ murk me?
n*gga, i’m confused
where y’all hang at?
where you n*ggas bang at?
where you n*ggas tote them thangs at?
n*gga, i’m confused
where your turf be?
where n*ggas put in work be?
and n*ggas sayin’ they gon’ murk me?
n*gga, i’m confused
[verse 3: mudd]
speakin’ wet’ll get you knocked off
motormouth n*ggas talkin’ loud until the fonk’s on
catch his ass slippin’ at the pump and fill his lungs up
you ain’t never been a stepper, my n*gga, put them guns up
wavin’ that sh*t around, but knowin’ that you ain’t about to bust nothin’
donuts in the [?] is the only time we clutch somethin’
your b*tch on my line, i’m tryna get the sl*t to run somethin’
[?] on my mind, but i’m debatin’ if i should grab somethin’
everything designer, every b*tton, every thread, b*tch
like the road runner the way i’m out here chasin’ bread, b*tch
soft ten bands’ll have them demons on your head quick
i remain solid, so i never told the feds sh*t

- face mudd

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