Lyrics:
of playing with you niggas
'Cause you wasn't there before (too far gone)
I'm on a whole different level
You better catch up (you feel me), no mustard
ga ik daar ergens in de Hills als DJ Mustard wonen
Voor je het weet is alles afgelopen, harde loper
Avondklok actief die mannen van me spelen partjes
Marriage feast, mustard seed
So accurate and precise
Jesus, taught the seed and sower
The field with hidden treasures
Vineyard and laborer
(Jesus)
Found my tempo like I’m DJ mustard
Two minutes turn my back
and you go now you back though
With a ho kissing on a bitch
Who the hell she though
Now you
Like Mario we chuck fiyah acquired by the messiah
Like Tony Starks we stay sharp iron sharpens iron
Can't come down we can only ascend higher
Mustard
hah
Smokin' on the rockstars, Skew auf DJ Mustard
Pisser, mach mal Platz da, wir hängen nur mit Hustler
Du kannst zusehen wie wir Scheine zählen
finna down em'
My OCD said "how many
But who's really counting
If the faith of a mustard seed
Could just inch a mountain
How did I get this far and
What
the
Box they lumped us
No sooner did we set off we was all busted
Move more work you'll get more trusted
People stick around when I run
Out of mustard yea
yellow like mustard
That Louis, I dust it
Let off a dozen
Sippin' on Wock' while that boy sip 'Tussin
Oh yeah, get back
Spin a opp block with a big
getting a thrill
When we all close our eyes and imagine
Food, glorious food
Hot sausage and mustard
While we're in the mood
Cold jelly and custard
My niggas ain't eatin'
(Mustard on the beat, ho)
Talkin' midget on my neck and
That wrist look foolish
Niggas ain't turnt, he a turnt up tuna
Better
saucy
See they comin' like a mustard dip
Don't slip, don't trip
Guaranteed you get, uh
Caught four and a bit
Put another nine on the four and a bit,
right three B's Jeez
Bow before your majesty the queen of bees
I'll be your Simba lion cub ninja
Burning like ginger stinging like mustard
That's
mustard, this is gray on the beats
Bitch it's AOMG, we do it properly leggo
I be like hold up wait a minute girl (minute girl)
어딜 가 너무 쳐다봐서 미안해 (미안해)
Mean Mister Mustard sleeps in the park
Shaves in the dark trying to save paper
Sleeps in a hole in the road
Saving up to buy some clothes
Keeps
match
Got my hand on the bible flat
Iron mat, winkle out
Stretch to the kings
Is out of mustard mix, she started to be the only one I think about
Mean Mister Mustard sleeps in the park
Shaves in the dark trying to save paper
Sleeps in a hole in the road
Saving up to buy some clothes
Keeps
Mean Mister Mustard sleeps in the park
Shaves in the dark trying to save paper
Sleeps in a hole in the road
Saving up to buy some clothes
Keeps
gun, mister?
Your tombstones my wooden spoon
Your order seals your doom
Die of mustard
You god damned bastard
Have some fries or have some meat
No
the mustard, catsup, mayonnaise and butter
Have formed an uncanny resemblance to each other
And the prehistoric bagels in the bag in the back
Are hiding from
the chest and stomach salad
I spread the mustard of his muscle puss across my palate
I was unleashing on unleashings cost and being costly
It was a really
of glass that's wrapped in plastic bags
Ya'll lack luster son's got a delicate style
It lacks mustard I'm ahead of my time but yo'
You can get it early too
to earn a fortune
'Cause you are daddy's pride and joy
The travelagents start to advertise on new years day
Eat mustard in Dijon or take a swim in Pocketbay
to the script, Made a Click
All a my fellows and all a my dawgs
Ridin' mustard and mayonaise on vouges
Feelin' em up, Sittin' em down
Flossin' and Bossin' all
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