DJ Mustard - Midnight Run lyrics Lyrics
feat. Royce The Choice, Skeme & Casey Veggies(Verse)Hollywood but it’s north-west sidey2-0-6 like the number of bones in yo bodyShe bought a room for us and I boned in the lobbyIf you hit the room you would owe more than GadhafiEatin first Teriyaki, purple and brown harachiSloppy toppy got me naughty and I see rentals in my chi teaCopy, copyAll these niggas ever do so muchI’m feeling like I’m not me***** with the one time none timeYou subtract, I look the racks plus signI’m never off, Garth Brooks had going popWith my white *****, never look backUSC pound a whole key in her book bagParents set a trust fund for er and I took thatNo, I need itGet your life fore the grim reaper get itWhen she goes bankrupt then he can get itRockin team with you’re fittedI quit it like a Cochrane cakesTake my pickings, then I roll like a Stockton playThis Christian was raised with jewsWould knock yo ***** if she came in *****But she through(Hook x2)God, if I gotta goAt the funeralCould I get all my hoes in the front row?I need all my hoes in the front rowAll my hoes in the front row(Verse)Wuddup? Young Dober, I stay with bad *****esI mean *****es so bad I use my crib to add attentionTried to tell em it was pimpin but these niggas never listenFind er right up Manchester if yo baby mama missinSucker poof nigga, I’m the truthMoney through the roofEverything slow but paper off a 7 of that juiceRidin coupes, leanin with yo booThis shit what I doI go old hunneds in my wrap, shit ain’t nothing newI got Mustard on the bidny and yo ***** on the fitnyI keep stacks on top, boy yo dollars all pigmeyAye I’m ballin on em, stay tryna defend meSteady takin shots at niggas man but that shit don’t offend meI just made another 50 through my e-mail niggaFor this rap we ballin hard and so they retail niggaRun yo mouth about the kids, you like a female, niggaYo show money couldn’t get my whip a D tail niggaAye, young boys pullin euros out the lotMan I would take yo girl but I heard that ***** aboutI got homies who got plots and got mo homies than flockYou wanna be rich out the hood, it’s best you think up out the box, ayeTold this world that its ***** you, pay meFor the last 8 months I rolled around in a MercedesTalkin Lexus, drop head CaddiesAnd *****es don’t call me by my name, they call me Crook(Hook x2)God, if I gotta goAt the funeralCould I get all my hoes in the front row?I need all my hoes in the front rowAll my hoes in the front row(Verse)My, if I gotta go, just take life slowThey bein haters online, that’s a typoYoung Veggies, I’m bout to give the game lipoShe bust it open for the fee, you getting pistoI’m rightin wrongs, write songs and we don’t wife hoesMustard on the beat, that’s gon make the function goI’m makin money while I’m swaggin, that’s a WYou the first and lose, comin in number 2***** you sayin hoe? Let yo man looseShe leave me for a lame? She a lame tooI’m out here getting to it, tryna keep my name trueMama used me in the shower like shampooI know they told you I’m the boy but I’m the man tooCould make a chick think but I could make it dance tooMy cousin took er here and he know wussupI’m putting money on his books while I’m rollin upThe best part about it, when I make you open upAnd then I turn you round back, stripes be going upYoung niggas run the city, I signed a declarationAlcohol in yo system, she saw that temptationWe split them hoes up, I call it segregationSiroc might show her pantiesNow that’s that product placementI’ll rock them Puma Suedes, we do them Pradas tooWasn’t rappin I could be a fashion model too(Hook x2)God, if I gotta goAt the funeralCould I get all my hoes in the front row?I need all my hoes in the front rowAll my hoes in the front row
