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Paroles de Intro

Interprètes Mustard1Take Jay

Paroles de la chanson Intro par Mustard lyrics officiel

Intro est une chanson en Anglais

Wait hold up, I'm finna turn this bitch up
(Mustard on the beat hoe)

Ridin' through the city, where it's litty
Countin' hunnids, countin' fifties
I like bitches with big titties
Ri-ri-ridin' through the city, where it's litty
Countin' hunnids, countin' fifties
I like bitches with big titties

I'm finna shoot a porn flick, bitch 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 hoe
I kill pussy, I hope she got insurance for the burial
Wait hold up, how you even know me? "Oh I heard you on the radio"
My pockets on fatboy, shoutout to Lil Terrio
The hardest nigga always singing louder than the stereo
Commit a crime, then starting pointing fingers, like "There he go"
I be fresh to death, fly as hell when I walk through
Why niggas hatin' on me, that I ain't never even talked too?
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, nigga, who are you?
Oh, you still mad from high school, 'cause the coach didn't start you?
I take my hoes too Toys'R'Us
Why? 'Cause they childish
You gon' find a better nigga? Baby I highly doubt it
Just like a old-ass whip, these hoes got high mileage
Stop gossipin', bitch you still live' in public housing
Boy bye, she only fuck with niggas with the blue-check
I ain't fuckin' with her, even though I got the blue-check
On Instagram, and my bank account, big blue check
I'm a cold nigga, when I come around, she made the crewneck
Knockin' '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 a groupchat
Now she always poppin' up, like a new text
I got a mic, come sing, you can be my Whitney Houston
I 'ont want a lot, but just like Nike, I'm tryna' do it
Your secrets safe with me, 'cause I don't care 'bout who you screwing
The people say I'm famous, really I be really coolin'
I'm a fool, but that jewelry look fake, who you foolin'?
The niggas 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 niggas in LA be really true

Ridin' through the city, where it's litty
Countin' hunnids, countin' fifties
I like bitches with big titties
Ri-ri-ridin' through the city, where it's litty
Countin' hunnids, countin' fifties
I like bitches with big titties
Ridin' through the city, where it's litty
Countin' hunnids, countin' fifties
I like bitches with big titties
Ri-ri-ridin' through the city, where it's litty
Countin' hunnids, countin' fifties
I like bitches with big titties
Droits parole : paroles officielles sous licence Lyricfind respectant le droit d'auteur.
Reproduction des paroles interdite sans autorisation.
Auteurs: Carl Martin, Dijon Isaiah McFarlane, Ermias Asghedom, Jachin Jenkins, Leslie Wakefield
Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., O/B/O DistroKid, Royalty Network, Songtrust Ave, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group

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