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American Muscle by M.O.P. Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2014

[Hook: Billy Danze]
Tell a town, M.O.P. we on the grounds
Live men puttin' it down, what up now?
What now [clack clack] lay it down
My nigga this is driveby sound [what up now]
Muscle, I got this Henny in my chest
Muscle, I got this Henny in my chest
Muscle, I got this Henny in my chest
Muscle, I got this Henny in my chest

[Verse 1: Billy Danze]
I'm American muscle, build European
I hug the blocks like ya never seen it
I'm hot like July out in Phoenix
My flow cold like i'm anemic
Saratoga Ave hallways indecent
I chop your top five in half
Leave 'em paraplegic nigga
I doubt if he bout what he preachin'
I'm down all year round, you bout it on the weekends
My spot is reserved in the deep inn
Schooling the killers about where to chip in
I cover the swift coats throwing it in in the bag
Delivering opium, dope, new and improved swag
So throw it up, we give a fuck
My level is always on spazz, you niggas got to turn up
I'm a legend where you will never make it
I seen the tape, I heard the verse, that's why you never made it
Your shit's the worst man
[Hook: Billy Danze]
Tell a town, M.O.P. we on the grounds
Live men puttin' it down, what up now?
What now [clack clack] lay it down
My nigga this is driveby sound [what up now]
Muscle, I got this Henny in my chest
Muscle, I got this Henny in my chest
Muscle, I got this Henny in my chest
Muscle, I got this Henny in my chest

[Bridge: Laze E Laze]
Ladies and gentlemen
Back by popular demand
It's the world famous
Most dangerous
100 procent USDA
Most definite spray that thing
And make you bounce around

[Verse 2: Lil Fame]
Fist full of iron, kick in the door, waving the four matic
Like the late Chris Wallace
Automatics that once jam, they get polished
Stand down, embrace yourself, pay homage
Triple black shit everything like the Amish
Get back, suck a dick nigga, checks get garnished
I do it to death, career never tarnished
And still make the front wheel of a [?] vomit
You heard about me, I broke bread with them haters
But even Jesus broke bread with the traitors
I sit alone in my four cornered room with padded walls
Medicated on mood porn shrooms and alcohol
I'm a mothafucking neanderthal
Half reservoir dog from out the Amazon
I show these niggas how to hustle
With a Caribbean twist bitch, American muscle
[Hook: Billy Danze]
Tell a town, M.O.P. we on the grounds
Live men puttin' it down, what up now?
What now [clack clack] lay it down
My nigga this is driveby sound [what up now]
Muscle, I got this Henny in my chest
Muscle, I got this Henny in my chest
Muscle, I got this Henny in my chest
Muscle, I got this Henny in my chest