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• Artiste: DJ Mustard
• Titre: Intro (Perfect Ten)
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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 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