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letra de lady killa - mustard

[intro: cocc pistol cree]
i’m reloaded
cocc pistol
cl!ck clack… bang
mustard on the beat, hoe

[verse 1: cocc pistol cree]
i’m k!llin’ these hoes, blood trail from the red bottoms
hermes, berkin in my hand, bag full of problems
pull up dumb late, middle of the driveway
every day payday, toss the key to valet
i’m stuntin’ in the club like i own it
bought my own table, why the f-ck is you on it?
bottles comin’ off the ceilin’, sip from the omen
these young n-ggas broke, where the f-ck the old men?
a hunnid b-tches strong and we all on
so bend the pink slip, f-ck a car note
it’s hot as a b-tch in this mink coat
but i’m a boss b-tch,cut the air on

[bridge: cocc pistol cree]
if this could k!ll i’m the ladyk!lla
bunch of bad b-tches all around me like i’m babysittin’
tight p-ssy, broke n-ggas can’t fit in it
she ain’t got sh-t on me cuz i’m the ladyk!lla

[hook: cocc pistol cree]
i’m the lady, the lady-lady, the ladyk!lla
i’m the lady, the lady-lady, the ladyk!lla
i’m the lady, the lady-lady, the ladyk!lla
don’t watch me, b-tch, watch yo’ n-gga
i’m the lady, the lady-lady, the ladyk!lla
i’m the lady, the lady-lady, the ladyk!lla
i’m the lady, the lady-lady, the ladyk!lla
don’t watch me, b-tch, watch yo’ n-gga

[verse 2: cocc pistol cree]
i got a few hunnid in my hand, about to throw out
keep a few hunnid in my bag until i show out
it’s all on the trick, brown skin dumb thick
and if he like red bones, i got a couple in my cl!ck
bad b-tches turn up, party ’til the sun up
slip a molly in his drink now he payin’ like he owe us
he think he do but he don’t know us, we certified k!llers
bunch of b-tches hit the flow when we walked in the buildin’
got my mack on, got my shades on
i’m just squarin’ b-tches, send them punk b-tches home
got my robins on, got my fendi on
if the n-gga ain’t trickin’ send his broke -ss home

[bridge: cocc pistol cree]
hair done, nails done
br-ss n-ggas case a b-tch want some
n-gga lookin like he wanna spit some
spit some, you might get some

(verse)
look, i don’t fly coach and i win
i’m a boss b-tch, you clueless like blair
got a millionaire with some sort and pepper hair
just waiting him to die so i can get my share
i’m k!llin’ ’em, i’m k!llin’ ’em
i be seein’ dead prez’ like ben & ’em
i’m k!llin’ ’em, i’m k!llin’ ’em
i be seein’ dead prez’ like ben & ’em

[bridge: cocc pistol cree]
well wait hold up, ’cause i’m about to spark up
your little greedy b-tches made a go and get yo’ dough up
well wait hold up, my b-tches bout to turn up
mustard on the beat, you rap b-tches better catch up

- mustard

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