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mustard – intro (10 summers: the mixtape, vol. 1) lyrics

[intro: dj mustard]
ain’t did this in a long time. let me see if i can do it
let’s get it
ya’ll already know who i am right?
mr. ten summers
mr. never less than they
it’s third summer right?
we only getting better with time you dig?

[verse 1: rj]
woke up in the morning with a hard d-ck
baby gave me head for my hardship
feeling like i’m jordan or im clark kent
look i can get fly on a park bench

[verse 2: big mike]
sn-tch it and run away
i will not be the one
clips y’all extended drums
you will not see the day
shoot sh-t and fade away
they like to play away
pray i don’t catch a case

[verse 3: choice]
i always got payed too
in the dirt they gon’ bob then raid you
yes sh-t changed too
momma ain’t seen her son okay boy
taylor swift g-y boy
i hate you
can only be a set of stacks
love ain’t in it
sean kemp 40 and the glove came wit it
bought the ‘96 pony and the plug came with it
a hundred thousand before i’m 30
no f-cks came with it
n-gga you pitiful, pitiful in the human form
living through n-ggas who
catch your move so they going hard
ten summers long, more money, more power
learn to pump your brakes or make your h-rn louder

[verse 4: rj]
aye nigas got lawyers for that though
chickens in the tele i’m castro
never got milked i’m lactose
n-ggas got rich and they back broke
tricked off your rent on the lack though
ten summer souls, i’m that cold
so b-tch i be good if we end on a bad note
hashtag ommio caps on
n-gga i’m that bold
good for the scri-natch, i been here, where you been at

[verse 5: big mike]
summers with the tin hats
seeing barbie where your ken at
see your pockets where you thin at
you mess with the fake as you see
we don’t blend that i been that
that n-gga checked the playbook
shoot a hundred, drop 40 like i’m westbrook
see it with your own eyes that’s the best look
you flexing, i’m pressing
i’m stretch outta testing
i’m in this sh-t

[verse 6: choice]
ready for my cherry i might be in a benz
loaded -ss supper like jesus and friends
trust philly come in red hot, curtis and jimmy
on your h-rniest day ain’t gon’ be no f-cking with me
and i’m with the crew…

- mustard lyrics

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