Mustard
作詞：Dijon Mcfarlane / Jeffrey Williams / Quintin Ferbie Gulledge / Sergio Kitchens / Justus West 作曲：Dijon Mcfarlane / Jeffrey Williams / Quintin Ferbie Gulledge / Sergio Kitchens / Justus West
Oh, woah
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Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Oh, woah (Yeah)
Oh, woah (Yeah, Mustard on the beat, ho)
Tony Montana, white diamonds on my wrist and neck
I was just controllin' the way y'all niggas was trollin'
Led her to my opps, stab you up, and now your bed red
I went doctor on that bitch, now she sexy
I put a new nose on her face and new chest, chest
I put a chain on the bitch, now her neck wet
You can call her pawn
Mermaid, her hair way too long, yeah
I just take ecstasy if shawty takin' Percocet, yeah
You was tryna fuck the bitch and I was tryna get the neck (Woo)
I was tryna keep it crucial with you on some project shit (Ayy)
You was tryna keep it bougie with her, now you never hit, yeah
This my anniversary, I had my chopper six years
Rose gold Vista, got the temper red, rare (Ayy, ayy)
Blicky, blicky, real, real, diamonds give me chills (Ayy)
Steve Harvey, Benz red, rims solid kill (Ayy)
Dennis Rodman, diamonds all colors, woah, woah (Ayy)
Clive Christian, all designer colors, woah, woah (Woah)
I've been mad shoppin' in a Sprinter, woah, woah (Woah)
When I get through fuckin', I'ma bill her, woah, woah (Woah, woah)
I'ma put a ring on her toe, woah, woah (Woah, woah)
Hopes and the dreams what was sold, woah, woah (Woah, woah)
Diamonds of Atlanta, I left 'em more, woah, woah (Woah, woah)
I've been gettin' supported since the stove, woah, woah (Ayy)
Oh, woah
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Bad little nigga
Space coupe, panoramic glass in the middle
Jewelry box lookin' like a bag full of Skittles
Underdog, but that bag done got bigger
Owner of the house, none of my cars are a rental
Room for her and her friends, I pay for all their incidentals
Hope you comprehend, I do my songs without a pencil
She wanna fuck again, I look for time in my agenda
I stuff cash in my denim
And I'm strapped, I'll hit 'em
I can't be a victim, nah, I can't beat the system
And I always put it on, Gucci on my little ones
Know some niggas did me a wrong, I never forgive 'em
Me and my whole crew enormous, you niggas little
FN and the mini carbons, don't need a hitter
I stay high, I smoke a garden, weed in my liver
Young Gunna, I beg your pardon, forever dripper (Ayy)
Dennis Rodman, diamonds all colors, woah, woah
Clive Christian, all designer colors, woah, woah (Woah)
I've been mad shoppin' in a Sprinter, woah, woah (Woah)
When I get through fuckin', I'ma bill her, woah, woah (Woah, woah)
I'ma put a ring on her toe, woah, woah (Woah, woah)
Hopes and the dreams what was sold, woah, woah (Woah, woah)
Diamonds of Atlanta, I left 'em more, woah, woah (Woah, woah)
I've been gettin' supported since the stove, woah, woah (Ayy)
Oh, woah
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