Droupée - Dijoun Lyrics

I'm what hov call Pharrell for real cuz i'm the truth
I'm feeling like 92 just meaning I got the juice
I kick ass i'm fittin' to give 'em the boot
I stay about my paper I tell 'em give me the loot
Secure the bag my nigga then pop tags
Keep the change young fella let it stack
Time to get to work I must bringles it back
Back to the eastcoast the birthplace of rap
Niggas jacking my steaze thinking they could be me
I'm doing this shit wit ease you struggling nigga please (My nigga please)
You ain't ever had it like this
You would think I sold urine how I got them pissed
You can call me the most hated
One of the lord's favorites
You probably think I was famous
Had my name in pavement
Walking amongst the stars
Running the walk of stars
A prodigy the head nigga in charge
Shouts out to queens
Shouts out to the bean
Nine seven eight 'bout to make a scene
Call me han solo went dolo f*ck a team
I'm Jim Carry me myself and Irene
I ain't mad i'm just blowing off steam
They said i'm nuts I told 'em hop off deeze
F*ck a foot in the door bitch i'm a shoe in
Niggas bars is trash they got 'em from the recycle bin
Dijon call me mr. honey mustard
Got the sauce for you suckas
Begone disappear motherf*cker
Don't make me get the dust buster
Dijon call me mr. honey mustard
Got the sauce for you suckas
Begone disappear motherf*cker
Don't make me get the dust buster
You outta' line outta' order gone be outta' serivice
This a no hitter my nigga the pitch is perfect
Step up to the plate if you think you got what it takes
To knock it out the park i'm telling you no one's safe
No opposition i'm claiming the top position
I'm killing the competition like murder was my intention
How you like your beef I got the condiments
The way i'm riding the beat just leave a compliment
Rock solid like I think I need a monument
Prominent you can see the difference in my dominance
Counterfeit niggas be faking the funk and fraudulent
Mind boggling how do it it's so astonishing
But I promise this your demise is no surprise
I'm a sight to see my nigga open your eyes
Get a glimpse of this maybe even kodak
I'm the poster boy polaroid so where you phone at
Instagram ready no filter i'm 'bout to post that
Bitch i'm the shit these suckas kickin' that bull crap
This my asian flow I call it the poo poo platter
Let me put it to you this way just call it my fecal matter
Nigga this my craft call it the grey poupon
This is for hard cash f*ck bread I need croutons
Don't matter the style or type of song i'm on
Shouts to my niggas but you looking at the don
Dijon call me mr honey mustard
Got the sauce for you suckas
Begone disappear motherf*cker
Don't make me get the dust buster
Dijon call me mr honey mustard
Got the sauce for you suckas
Begone disappear motherf*cker
Don't make me get the dust buster