lirik lagu midnight run – mustard
[intro]
cardo on the beat!
mustard on tha beat, ho!
[verse 1: royce the choice]
hollywood, but it’s north-west side-y
206 like the number of bones in your body
she bought a room for us and i boned in the lobby
if you hit the room you would owe more than gaddafi
eating first teriyaki, purple and brown huaraches
sloppy toppy got me knock kneed, oxy reynolds in my chai tea
copy… (-chk-); copy
all these n-ggas effort do so much, i’m feeling like i’m not me
sh-t! f-ck with the one-time none time
you subtracts, i let the racks plus sign
i’m never off, garth brooks hat
going pop with my white b-tch; never look back, usc
pound of whole “e” in her book bag
parents had a trust fund for her and i took that, know i need it
get your life ‘fore the grim reaper get it
when she goes bankrupt; then, he can get it
rocking tim witcher fitted, ac-quitted like a cochran case
take my pickens; then, i roll like a stockton play
this christian was raised with jews
wouldn’t knock your b-tch if she came in new, but she through
[hook: royce the choice (skeme)]
god, if i gotta go, for the funeral
could i get all my hoes in the front row?
i need all my hoes in the front row
all my hoes in the front row
god, if i gotta go, at the funeral
could i get all my hoes in the front row? (woo-woo! woo-woo!)
i need all my hoes in the front row (yeah, yeah)
all my hoes in the front row (woo-woo!)
crazy
[verse 2: skeme]
yuh! young duke, i stay with bad b-tches
i mean, b-tches so bad, i use my crib to add attention (right)
tried to told ’em this was pimpin’ but these n-ggas never listen (ha)
find her right off manchester if yo baby momma missin (woo-woo)
sucker-proof, n-gga, i’m the truth, money through the roof (yeah)
everything slow but paper off a 7 of that juice (hanh?)
riding coupes, leaning with your boo, this sh-t what i do (whoa)
i got old hundreds in my rap, sh-t ain’t nothing new (swag)
i got mustard on the bid-neat (hah?), and yo’ b-tch on the fid-neet
i keep stacks so tall, boy your dollars all pygmy (ayy!)
i’m ballin’ on them, stay tryna defend me (hanh?)
steady taking shots at n-ggas man, but that sh-t don’t offend me
i just made another 50 through my email, n-gga (right)
“fore this rap we bought it whole and sold it retail n-gga (right)
run your mouth about the kid, you like a female n-gga (hmhm)
your show money couldn’t get my whip a detail n-gga (aye)
woo-woo-woo-woo!
young boys pulling euros out the lot (hey)
man, i would take your girl, but i heard that b-tch a bop (bop)
i got homies who got plots and got more homies that flock
you wan’ be rich out the hood?
it’s best you think about the box (swag)
told this world that it’s “f-ck you, pay me!”
for the last 8 months, i rolled around in a mercedes (gon’ tell ’em!)
talking lexus, drop-head caddys (hey)
and b-tches don’t call me by my name, they call me… pssh!
crooked!
[hook: royce the choice (casey)]
god, if i gotta go, for the funeral
could i get all my hoes in the front row?
i need all my hoes in the front row
all my hoes in the front row
god, if i gotta go, at the funeral
could i get all my hoes in the front row?
i need all my hoes in the front row
all my hoes in the front row (yeah)
crazy
[verse 3: casey veggies]
yeah! ma, if i gotta go, just take life slow (slow)
they being haters online; that’s a typo
young veggies, i’m bout to give the game lipo (whoa)
she bust it open for the free; you getting priced, though
i right wrongs, write songs, and we don’t wife hoes
mustard on the beat, that’s gon’ make the function go (go!)
i’m making money while i’m swaggin’, that’s a w
you the first to lose, coming in number 2 (yeah)
f-ck you saying ho? let your man loose
she leave me for a lame, she a lame too
i’m out here getting to it, tryna keep my name true
mama use me in the shower like shampoo
i know they told ya i’m the boy but i’m the man, too (yeah)
could make a chick think but i can make her dance, too
my cuzzo took a “l,” and he know what’s up
i’m putting money on his books while i’m rolling up
the best part about it: when i make you open up
and then i turn you ’round, back shots be going up
young n-ggas run the city, i signed the declaration
alcohol in your system, she showed that temptation
we split them hoes up, i call it segregation
she rock my shirt with panties; now that’s that product placement
i rock them puma suedes, we do them pradas too
wasn’t rapping, i could be a fashion model, too
[hook: royce the choice]
god, if i gotta go, for the funeral
could i get all my hoes in the front row?
i need all my hoes in the front row
all my hoes in the front row
god, if i gotta go, at the funeral
could i get all my hoes in the front row?
i need all my hoes in the front row
all my hoes in the front row
crazy
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