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Letra : Mustard Freestyle
Bing bong! Welcome to F**k Your Life Radio
We got Mustard in the building
Say less
Mustard, a.k.a. French's Montana
Better have some bars
Ain’t no arguin', I got bars for him
Hollerin' "Free B***er" ’til B***er free like margarine (Okay)
Money on his books until B***er in the streets
You know it's a hit when you got Mustard on the beat, ho (Whoo)
Off top, the top sauce
A hot dog, to be frank
Ketchup, we ain't in the same ballpark (That was hard)
The boy wildin', you done woke up and chose violence
Keep a small circle around a star, Stone Island, yeah (Wowww)
Already know what's the deal
That's a hunnid mil' budget vеrse a low-budget film
Cold-clutchin' steel, fresh prints on thе burner
It’ll throw stuff at will; you get that, old Uncle Phil? Yeah (Keep going)
If you can’t relate to the talk, you have to table your thoughts
These rappers labelled a fraud (Uh)
Killers snatch your plate, you can't escape from New York
When you get peppered with bullets, it’s aggravated a**ault (God damn)
Bend the rules, free my dogs, I been a fool
Been the dude, homie, I spit flows and in your food
There's a killer loose, y'all ain't gotta figure who (Oh)
Colonel Mustard’s in the booth and I did it, so get a clue
Ayy yo, you wildin', homie! Don't ever disrespect me lookin' like SpongeBob, soundin' like DiJonny Blaze, ya heard? (Heh)
You grew hair on your chest, your voice is mad deeper, homie—f**k is up?
It's the Mandela effect, B
Yo, you went apesh*t on that though
Ayy yo, who the f**k is that?
We got Mustard in the building
Say less
Mustard, a.k.a. French's Montana
Better have some bars
Ain’t no arguin', I got bars for him
Hollerin' "Free B***er" ’til B***er free like margarine (Okay)
Money on his books until B***er in the streets
You know it's a hit when you got Mustard on the beat, ho (Whoo)
Off top, the top sauce
A hot dog, to be frank
Ketchup, we ain't in the same ballpark (That was hard)
The boy wildin', you done woke up and chose violence
Keep a small circle around a star, Stone Island, yeah (Wowww)
Already know what's the deal
That's a hunnid mil' budget vеrse a low-budget film
Cold-clutchin' steel, fresh prints on thе burner
It’ll throw stuff at will; you get that, old Uncle Phil? Yeah (Keep going)
If you can’t relate to the talk, you have to table your thoughts
These rappers labelled a fraud (Uh)
Killers snatch your plate, you can't escape from New York
When you get peppered with bullets, it’s aggravated a**ault (God damn)
Bend the rules, free my dogs, I been a fool
Been the dude, homie, I spit flows and in your food
There's a killer loose, y'all ain't gotta figure who (Oh)
Colonel Mustard’s in the booth and I did it, so get a clue
Ayy yo, you wildin', homie! Don't ever disrespect me lookin' like SpongeBob, soundin' like DiJonny Blaze, ya heard? (Heh)
You grew hair on your chest, your voice is mad deeper, homie—f**k is up?
It's the Mandela effect, B
Yo, you went apesh*t on that though
Ayy yo, who the f**k is that?
