Jamila Woods - Muddy Lyrics

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Muddy

Muddy Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Muddy By Jamila Woods?
Motherfuckers won't shut up
We been in a war, my God Some country shit won't cut it He need the blues he could plug in Motherfuckers like him now He give 'em something to cry about Permission to feel again He used to play and everybody said Everybody said He can shake the fire out (out) He can shake the fire out (out) He can shake the fire out (out) He can shake the fire out (out) He can shake the fire out (out) He can shake the fire out (out) He can shake the fire out (out) He can shake the fire out (out) Ohh, ohh Ohh, ohh Oh, you stole my name Now you're just a phony You're shootin' for the stars I'd rather stay muddy They can study my fingers They can mirror my pose They can talk your good ear off On what they think they know, they think they know They say now more than ever, I think they forget What our history is What we do, what we made We can shake the fire out (out) We can shake the fire out (out) We can shake the fire out (out) We can shake the fire out (out) They try to shake the fire out (out) They can't shake the fire out (out) We can shake the fire out (out) I bet they'll shake the fire out (out) Ohh, ohh Ohh, ohh Like me (they can't shake the fire out) Oh, like me Like me (they can't shake the fire out) Oh, no Like me (they can't shake the fire out) Oh, like me Like me (they can shake the fire out) Oh, oh, not like me Hoo, hoo |
Who Wrote Muddy By Jamila Woods?
Jamila Woods
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What's The Duration Of The Muddy By Jamila Woods?The duration of Muddy is 3:11 minutes and seconds. |
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