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mustard - tool lyrics

[verse 1: teecee4800]
aye, big face benjis and a hemi
that pussy fertile, i need a jimmy
i’m in the motherf-ck’ coupé, goin’ crazy
it’s just me and my caby
be yanked out to the motherf-ckin’ fullest
n-gg-s tell me i’m bogus, what you talkin’ ’bout willis?
blue chucks, sh-lltoes
earrings below zero
icey fresh is my second home
want a n-gg- to try me, so we can get it on
c-walk on your face, n-gg-
while i’m listening to mase, n-gg-
ten toes, two feet
blame it on the streets
mtm, what you talkin’ about, young tally
the loc, n-gg-, don’t make me chalk him out

[hook: teecee4800]
i just hit that b-tch and move
i just give that b-tch the tools
runnin around city with the tool
if you trippin’ i let that loose
know it sound like i’m off a deuce
probably cause i’m off a deuce
popped that zanny in there too
i swear this the best d-mn juice

[verse 2: jay 305]
hold up, hold up
b-tch, what you talkin’ ’bout?
you better get your baby daddy, ‘fore i stomp him out
ain’t no p-sses for yees, so f-cking chuck him out
i’m at slauson and yee’s tryna get some takeout
with a b-tch i’m fresh out
touched down from west side, i gotta f-ck ’em
listening to messy marv (yadda) f-ck ’em
f-ckin’ rats on snapchat, i (yadda) f-ck ’em
yeah, it’s me, hoe, jay-3-0-cinco
aka never seen with a weak hoe
getting robbed at roscoes on pico
rappers rap game like a motherf-ckin’ free throw
b-tch i’m thuggin’
i’m talking ’bout f-ckin’
dirty south central n-gg-, f-ck your hood
lil g, man, trippin, got the burner in the function
i ain’t gon’ spill my henny, baby, even if they bustin’
this nuts

[verse 3: teecee4800]
cashed out for the lo’-lo’
put a couple of my homies on the payroll
n-gg-, what they here for
break a dice game up, put a ten to four
aye, and then i smash on the gas
on to f-ck a n-gg-‘s b-tch
then i have her set a trap on him
yeah, i teach her how to p-ss on him
bad lil b-tch, but i never spend no cash on her
i just give a b-tch the tools
tell her walk it out like shoes
yeah, you know that’s how we do
yeah, it’s me and marley blu
mtm, n-gg-, we don’t give a f-ck about your crew
free my n-gg-, d-loc
i’m in new york in my pea coat
young tally, n-gg-, i’ma go to the grammys in my khakis, n-gg-

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