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mustard - baguettes in the face lyrics

[intro]
mustard on the beat, ho

[chorus: nav]
i make sh-t look easy, but they don’t know what it take (take)
don’t ask me the time, i got baguettes in the face (bling)
virgil dropped some louis, i want everything he made (made)
when it come to hoes, i never be the one to save
keep on throwing ones, these b-tches keep on showing -ss
b-tches on my body and i’m just tryna relax
they always come off cool but in the end they come out wack (wack)
her boyfriend getting mad, i told her he could take you back

[verse 1: nav]
have you ever been with a boss?
i know your boyfriend took you shopping at ross
i’m always dripping, i leave puddles when i walk (drip)
if she don’t know how to dress, i don’t wanna talk (no cap)
but i might still get some top
i don’t need a belt, my pockets full of knots
number one, there’s finally real ones at the top (at the top)
i’m with mustard and we talking lambo’ talk (skrrt, skrrt)

[chorus: nav]
i make sh-t look easy but they don’t know what it take (take)
don’t ask me the time, i got baguettes in the face (bling)
virgil dropped some louis, i want everything he made (made)
when it come to hoes, i never be the one to save
keep on throwing ones, these b-tches keep on showing -ss
b-tches on my body and i’m just tryna relax
they always come off cool but in the end they come out wack (wack)
her boyfriend getting mad, i told her he could take you back

[verse 2: playboi carti]
i just pulled up, i got some new sh-t (i just)
i just pulled up, i got a new b-tch (carti, yeah)
my b-tch, she bad, i bought her bracelet
iced up x on my necklace (on my neck)
i pull up and slatt sh-t (slatt, slatt)
i pull up and break sh-t (i just pull up on ’em)
i just told my mom thank god i made it (i just told my mom)
we got money over here, we starting to pay, b-tch (starting to pay)
i got old school, yeah, in the backyard (back)
in the black car (uh), i’m a black boy (yeah)
what’s your net, boy? huh
check this neck, boy (slatt)
got these black diamonds (yeah)
on baguettes, boy

[verse 3: a boogie wit da hoodie]
huh, me and your b-tch up in the phantom
if you want her back, you better man up
i know you just don’t understand her
she just want you to help her get her bands up
oh, nah, nah, nah, ayy
just ride my wave like a tsunami
i came from the jungle, from a safari
i don’t want no nicki, i want a ménage à
don’t give me no hickies, baby, give me sloppy
i already seen you naked, girl, i know your body
you like f-cking with the lights off, on some shy sh-t
you gon’ end up being famous if you talk about it

- mustard lyrics

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