DJ Mustard - Intro (10 Summers: The Mixtape, Vol. 1) lyrics

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DJ Mustard - Intro (10 Summers: The Mixtape, Vol. 1) lyrics

[Intro: DJ Mustard] Ain't did this in a long time. Let me see if I can do it Let's get it Ya'll already know who I am right? Mr. Ten Summers Mr. Never less than they It's third Summer right? We only getting better with time you dig? [Verse 1: RJ] Woke up in the morning with a hard dick Baby gave me head for my hardship Feeling like I'm Jordan or im Clark Kent Look I can get fly on a park bench [Verse 2: Big Mike] Snatch it and run away I will not be the one Clips y'all extended drums You will not see the day Shoot sh** and fade away They like to play away Pray I don't catch a case [Verse 3: Choice] I always got payed too In the dirt they gon' bob then raid you Yes sh** changed too Momma ain't seen her son okay boy Taylor Swift gay boy I hate you Can only be a set of stacks Love ain't in it Sean Kemp 40 and the glove came wit it Bought the ‘96 Pony and the plug came with it A hundred thousand before I'm 30 No f**s came with it n***a you pitiful, pitiful in the human form Living through n***as who Catch your move so they going hard Ten Summers long, more money, more power Learn to pump your brakes or make your horn louder [Verse 4: RJ] Aye nigas got lawyers for that though Chickens in the tele I'm Castro Never got milked I'm lactose n***as got rich and they back broke Tricked off your rent on the lack though Ten Summer souls, I'm that cold So b**h I be good if we end on a bad note Hashtag OMMIO caps on n***a I'm that bold Good for the scri-natch, I been here, where you been at [Verse 5: Big Mike] Summers with the tin hats Seeing Barbie where your Ken at See your pockets where you thin at You mess with the fake as you see We don't blend that I been that That n***a checked the playbook Shoot a hundred, drop 40 like I'm Westbrook See it with your own eyes that's the best look You flexing, I'm pressing I'm stretch outta testing I'm in this sh** [Verse 6: Choice] Ready for my cherry I might be in a Benz Loaded a** supper like Jesus and friends Trust Philly come in red hot, Curtis and Jimmy On your horniest day ain't gon' be no f**ing with me And i'm with the crew...