Super Mario Lyrics

Yeah

Yeah

Bitch

Aye

Wait, just cough it up

Put you through hell and that wock is not strong enough

She sat on my Glock and I asked, is it hard enough

He runnin' from smoke, he ain't usin' his heart enough

Look what I got on my body

It's foreign language and she off of narcotics

Old heads be hatin on my dick about college

I ain't goin' my nigga Just know I ain't stoppin

I could fuck on your bitch and your ho, I got options

I could get this shit brackin, You know how we rockin

And they say I went fed In the store, I was coppin

Keep your hoe far away,You know Tay he gon' knock it

And I heard the lil' shit that you said

Watch your back, I'ma take off your head

Boy, I'm way too high, eyes blooded up red

And we smokin' on wooh, shit too fed

And my pencils, they filled up with lead

Like I'm runnin' a route, I'ma stop and go

Ain't talkin' no pizza, we knock em down dominoes

I cannot wait till I catch lil' Mario

Screamin' out vamonos, told him it's time to go

I'm from the L and I'm talkin' bout the Lou, not Louisiana

I don't know about no Zydeco

She said she wanna fuck with me, I asked where she from

And she told me she grew up in Idaho

She built like a animatronic, Bonnie

I'm the king of this shit, you my son, Bronny

And I got a too wet pussy-soakin' Dasani

Ima put that lil' hoe to the test, Johnny

Came to the conclusion, all these lil' hoes is the same

They gon' fuck if I put on the chain

If I say it's a go, ain't no stoppin, you know

Gotta couple some racks for to send at your brain

Aye Tay, I heard you was fuckin' with shhh

Don't mention that girl, man lil shawty is old news

I just be fuckin' that girl and just be out the way

She gon' do what I say like a Roku

Trey five gas, and my fit propane

Occupying my lungs, no I ain't showin' love

He get hit with this, if he speak on the gang

Then we clean up the stain, and send him with the doves

And I heard Valentine's Day comin' up, This Glock gon' give him a kiss and a hug

Everything that I do don't be durin' the day

So we do it at night

Get him gone like I'm Suge

And that boy getting stepped on

Ain't never been in a band, but I'm nice with the sticks and the drums

Pussy boy, you get repped on

Why she try settin' me up? I ain't tellin' that girl where I was

And my neck on ski, ski

On my YSL shit, I'm a thug when I carry this gunna

Old dude tryna be me

Tryna be like my twin, pussy boy, no, you not my lil brudda

And I told my granny I'ma be on the cover of magazines

Looked at me crazy, then she asked me, what you mean

Like, granny, just watch it, watch how I turn it up

They call me a fiend, I'm addicted to runnin' up

Damn, I'm addicted to runnin' up

And that bag that you got, it ain't big enough

You cappin' bout motion, you know I got bigger bucks

JB3 up from the hip, he gon' hit him up

She fuckin' with who? Ask me, do I give a fuck

Hoes on my dick that I don't plan on givin' up

Nah I'm just playin' with these hoes, I'ma build them up

Break em' back down by the summer, they live it up