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Dajewla Rothschild - Heinz Mustard Lyrics



Dajewla Rothschild - Heinz Mustard Lyrics
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I got the trunk smelling
Like heinz mustard tryna get though customs, pray i make it
Slow grind no speed racing drive patience
I don't trust my self with a heart i might break it
And slit the throats of my enemies look what Nadera did to me
Too down heat on infinity Jewla Kennedy
But they'll never get to me Mullah moving effectively
Pray my daughters never meet a nigga like Lamar
And all my sons be who i'm ment to be
Recently even my auntie stole from me
My cousins told on me
U.S. marshal holds on me
Feds doing sweeps
I can't trust my new homies i can't trust my old homies
I retired both of my numbers i go' kobe
I just sent zappella a tweet i go embid
I can turn a one to a 3 won't put you deep
One day i'll retire the streets and get degrees
But today isnt that day tell me what more can i say
Catch me all on Susquehanna tryna catch a play
Or slidin cheese thru Tampa Bay searching for strays
I been up for 22 days just bagging Ye
Someone tell melvin and Treeeee boy i'm on my waaaayyyyy
Promise before i go i'll fill a safe
More money Moore money i ain't going Bray
Can't believe my enemies let me get to this age
Its G$O till i'm gray, take my money to the grave muthafcka !
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I got the trunk smelling
Like heinz mustard tryna get though customs, pray i make it
Slow grind no speed racing drive patience
I don't trust my self with a heart i might break it
And slit the throats of my enemies look what Nadera did to me
Too down heat on infinity Jewla Kennedy
But they'll never get to me Mullah moving effectively
Pray my daughters never meet a nigga like Lamar
And all my sons be who i'm ment to be
Recently even my auntie stole from me
My cousins told on me
U.S. marshal holds on me
Feds doing sweeps
I can't trust my new homies i can't trust my old homies
I retired both of my numbers i go' kobe
I just sent zappella a tweet i go embid
I can turn a one to a 3 won't put you deep
One day i'll retire the streets and get degrees
But today isnt that day tell me what more can i say
Catch me all on Susquehanna tryna catch a play
Or slidin cheese thru Tampa Bay searching for strays
I been up for 22 days just bagging Ye
Someone tell melvin and Treeeee boy i'm on my waaaayyyyy
Promise before i go i'll fill a safe
More money Moore money i ain't going Bray
Can't believe my enemies let me get to this age
Its G$O till i'm gray, take my money to the grave muthafcka !
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Writer: Lamar Patrick-Flewellen, Russell Patrick-Flewellen
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid




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