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marc vinyls - mustard lyrics

[intro]
mustard is my favorite condiment
just so you ladies out there know we do
in fact get spicy (wozers)

[hook]
i ain’t here to pop pills
i ain’t even sip lean
still b-tch im trill
never been no fiend
im just here to make bills
im just here to chase dreams
always been too real
i ain’t ever rocked supreme

[verse 1]
you seem on them vlogs
lambo whippin jake paul
i ont need no blogs
my fans help me ball
get the labels on the call
im an executive
dropping back to back
call it consecutive
f-ck what the lesson is
monday im repping it
you the student imma teacher
imma starter you bleacher
coming thru them speakers
whachu know bout leaders
nothing at all
f-ck it we ball
stuck on the call
in love with the fall
the truth is im climbing
the truth is im shining
the truth is you lying
but the fans ain’t buying

[verse 2]
whats with all the pill poppin
lean sippin
bill droppin
preteens who fake mobbin
red lights no stoppin
like woah (woah)
hit the gas and we gonna go
hit the strip lets see the poll
skipping cl-ss my grades are low
too busy with the flow
with the flow doe
whachu relly know bout this mojo
i be coming thru in that polo
and im first string like its yoyo
i think im losing my mind
i hope i’ll be alright
i think im losing my mind
i think i’ll be alright

- marc vinyls lyrics

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