- Mustard Intro 歌詞
- Mustard
- Wait hold up, Im finna turn this ***** up
(Mustard on the beat ho)
Ridin through the city, where its litty
Countin hunnids, countin fifties
I like b* ****s with big t*****s
Ri-Ri-Ridin through the city, where its litty
Countin hunnids, countin fifties
I like b*****s with big t*****s
Im finna shoot a pornflick, ***** come get your cameo
She got a baby-daddy and a kid, but she aint tell me though
She runnin from the D, Oh My God, shes a scary hoe
I kill *****, I hope she got insurance for the burial
Wait hold up, how you even know me?
'Oh I heard you on the radio'
My pockets on fatboys, shoutout too Lil Terrio
The hardest ***** always singing louder than the stereo
Commit a crime, then starting pointing fingers
Like ' There he go'
I be fresh to death, fly as hell when I walk through
Why ****** hatin on me, that I aint never even talked too?
Eeny, meeny, miny , moe, *****, who are you?
Oh, you still mad from High-School
Cause the coach didnt start you?
I take my hoes too ToysRUs
Why? Cause they childish
You gon find a better *****? Baby I highly doubt it
Just like a old-ass whip, these hoes got high mileage
Stop gossipin, ***** you still live in Public Housin
You aint bi, she only **** with ****** with the blue-check
I aint ****** with her, even though I got the blue- check
On Instagram, and my bank account, big blue check
Im a cold *****, when I come around, she made the crewneck
Knockin em down like dominoes, Im freaky, yeah, who next?
Even though our convos be dry, I got you wet
I gave her good D, now she braggin in a group-chat
Now she always poppin up, like a new text
I got a mic I can sing, you can be my Whitney Houston
I ont want a lot, but just like Nike, Im tryna do it
Your secrets aint for me,
Cause I dont care bout who you screwing
The people say Im famous, really I be really coolin
Im a fool, but that jewelry look fake, who you foolin?
The ****** that be flexin on the gram, be really losin
Hey tough guy, dont play with guns, if you aint really shootin
Stop playin, them ** **** in LA be really true
Ridin through the city, where its litty
Countin hunnids, countin fifties
I like b*****s with big t*****s
Ri-Ri-Ridin through the city, where its litty
Countin hunnids, countin fifties
I like b*****s with big t*****s
Ridin through the city , where its litty
Countin hunnids, countin fifties
I like b*****s with big t*****s
Ri-Ri-Ridin through the city, where its litty
Countin hunnids, countin fifties
I like b*****s with big t*****s
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