Mardi Gras

Lyrics

You got a problem with me?
 Fuck you too, all of ya
 I've come to set the party up nigga
 Mardi Gras
 Mardi Gras
 Mardi Gras
 I've come to set the party up nigga
 Mardi Gras
 Mardi Gras
 Mardi Gras
 Who put this shit together?
 Me, Mr. Mardi Gras
 Mardi Gras
 Mardi Gras
 Who put this shit together?
 Me, Mr. Mardi Gras
 Two breeds my daughter
 Up town my words up
 I'm amped up and I'm chosed up
 I stunt too, my car's up
 Got plenty hoes, my broad's up
 Champagne on my dog's uh
 A snot nose I bossed up
 I staged rap and my car's up
 Bring it back
 Two breeds my daughter
 Up town my words up
 I'm amped up and I'm chosed up
 I stunt too, my car's up
 Got plenty hoes, my broad's up
 Champagne on my dog's uh
 A snot nose I bossed up
 I staged rap and my car's up
 I lose some and I win some
 You cock-blocking my income
 Don't howl a lot in my ear drum
 Cause rules break, I bent some
 Seen threats, I meant 'em
 No stress no tension
 Chest up no flitching
 Old dog no pension
 I move work at jet speed
 this rap shit my pet peeve
 I smoke sum of the best weed
 Your bitch on my testies
 The fan chose their best leads
 Won't lock me, won't X me
 It's more of y'all and less of me
 I bash it don't threat me
 Bejamin's in my pockets
 Credit card in my wallet
 Every day I make a little profit
 It's not tricking the hoes if I got it
 I bounce back hydraulic
 Make noise sole in my body
 I keep my hands on my shottie
 Run up on you boys
 You get bide it
 You got a problem with me?
 Fuck you too, all of ya
 I've come to set the party up nigga
 Mardi Gras
 Mardi Gras
 Mardi Gras
 I've come to set the party up nigga
 Mardi Gras
 Mardi Gras
 Mardi Gras
 Who put this shit together?
 Me, Mr. Mardi Gras
 Mardi Gras
 Mardi Gras
 Who put this shit together?
 Me, Mr. Mardi Gras
 Fuck which that ain't no kids
 Cause my team can't coach me
 my bank account my trophies
 That brown shit no opeis
 My root's strong like oak trees
 I'm sky high like nose bleeds
 Now get away from my dough please
 Just go please,
 No, go please
 Bed time, no wonder
 If it catch me, that's my shit
 They keep a real with no hoe shit
 They can't chew that show shit
 That's up town, that's down town
 That'z Z spank, that's what spank
 At seaside, that's what side
 It's going on nigga let's drink
 Slow it down I can't do
 I'm old school like chateaus
 I'm cracked up in my plamo
 You looking broke in them chair clothes
 Your name shot, no game shot
 Now what the hell you gonna tell hoes?
 You dirty like a motel floor
 You need to lotion those elbows
 I'm Mardi Gras official
 All these women acting like strippers
 They want to show me their titties
 They like throw me something please mister
 Benjamin's in my pockets
 Credit card in my wallet
 I bounce back hydraulic
 Run yp on you boys
 You get bide it
 You got a problem with me?
 Fuck you too, all of ya
 I've come to set the party up nigga
 Mardi Gras
 Mardi Gras
 Mardi Gras
 I've come to set the party up nigga
 Mardi Gras
 Mardi Gras
 Mardi Gras
 Who put this shit together?
 Me, Mr. Mardi Gras
 Mardi Gras
 Mardi Gras
 Who put this shit together?
 Me, Mr. Mardi Gras

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Song Details

Duration
03:50
Key
6
Tempo
150 BPM

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