Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Intro, artist - Mustard. Album song Perfect Ten, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 27.06.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 10 Summers, Interscope
Song language: English
Intro |
| 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 pornflick, 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 fatboys, 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 Housin' |
| You ain’t bi, 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 group-chat |
| Now she always poppin' up, like a new text |
| I got a mic I sing, you can be my Whitney Houston |
| I 'ont want a lot, but just like Nike, I’m tryna' do it |
| Your secrets ain’t for 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 |