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mustard - intro (perfect ten) lyrics

[intro: 1takejay]
wait, hol’ up, i’m finna turn this b-tch up
(mustard on the beat, ho)

[verse: 1takejay]
i’m finna shoot a p-rn flick, b-tch, come get your cameo
she got a baby daddy and a kid, but she ain’t tell me though
she runnin’ from the d, oh my god, she’s a scary ho
i k!ll p-ssy, i hope she got insurance for the burial
wait, hol’ up, how you even know me? “oh, i heard you on the radio”
my pockets on fatboy, shout out to lil terrio
the hardest n-gg-s always singing louder than the stereo
commit a crime, then starting pointing fingers like, “there he go”
i be fresh to death, fly as h-ll when i walk through
why n-gg-s hatin’ on me that i ain’t never even talked to?
eeny meeny miny mo, n-gg-, who are you?
oh, you still mad from high school ’cause the coach didn’t start you
i take my hoes to toys”r”us, why? ’cause they childish
you gon’ find a better n-gg-? baby, i highly doubt it
just like an old -ss whip, these hoes got high mileage
stop gossipin’, b-tch, you still live’ in public housing
boy, bye, she only f-ck with n-gg-s with the blue check
i ain’t f-ckin’ with her even though i got the blue check
on instagram and my bank account, big blue check
i’m a cold n-gg-, when i come around she need the crewneck
knock ’em down like dominoes, i’m freaky, yeah, who next?
even though our convos be dry, i got you wet
i gave her good d, now she braggin’ in the groupchat
now she always poppin’ up like a new text
i got a mic, come sing, you can be my whitney houston
i don’t wanna lie, but just like nike, i’m tryna do it
your secrets safe with me ’cause i don’t care ’bout who you scr-w-ng
the people say i’m famous, really i be really coolin’
i’m a fool, but that jewelry look fake, who you foolin’?
the n-gg-s that be flexin’ on the ‘gram be really losin’
hey, tough guy, don’t play with guns if you ain’t really shootin’
stop playin’, them n-gg-s in la be really true

[chorus: 1takejay]
ridin’ through the city where it’s litty
countin’ hundreds, countin’ fifties, i like b-tches with big t-tties
ridin’, ridin’, ridin’ through the city where it’s litty
countin’ hundreds, countin’ fifties, i like b-tches with big t-tties
ridin’ through the city where it’s litty
countin’ hundreds, countin’ fifties, i like b-tches with big t-tties
ridin’, ridin’, ridin’ through the city where it’s litty
countin’ hundreds, countin’ fifties, i like b-tches with big t-tties

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