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Let's go Mario
SEX, ooh

I got Maybach glasses (Yeah)
Skinny, short, and tall, I like all masses (No cap)
Flat, plump, and fat, I like all asses (Yeah)
She won't crack a smile, shawty real sassy (Let's go)
Moncler bomber with the tongue saggin' (Yeah)
Moncler boxers with the socks, yeah, b*t*h (Moncler)
Moncler seats in a big body Bentley (Skrrt-skrrt)
Miss me, b*t*h, you can't get none of these dividends (Woo)

Twelve million dollars, I can help you spend (Yeah)
Three-point-five, now my crib in (Let's go, ayy)
Ten extra rooms for my kids, b*t*h (Ten)
Uh, everything fast like I'm from New York, ayy

b*t*h, you know I'm a re-cooper, yeah (Woo)
King Tut, I'm King Kunta [Koopa?], ayy (King Tut)
AK47 with the Ruger, ayy (Huh, huh, huh)
Ice on me, it got me cooler, ayy (Woo)
Let her out that car, just like Kuba, ayy (Yeah)
I can teach ya like your tutor, ayy (Yeah)
I came a long way from noodles, ayy
Now I eat sushi and coochie, ayy (Woah, woah)
I can crash out, I can do ya, ayy
In a Hellcat like I'm Nudy, ayy
All my opps wish they could do me, hey (f**k the opps)
Uh, Nike, boy, let's do it
I can't make a choice (Let's go)
And I want my racks
Watchin' Saints, but you Louis (Let's go)
n***as actin' tough
'Til they get blowed up like fluids
Big bad wolf, I blew it (Woo)
I just tried to hit her teacher and I almost blew it (Let's do it)
I had to tell her dawg that she tries to choose it (Goddamn)
Pokémon cards, no, racks inside my pocket
I OD on rocks (Yeah)
I OD on Molly (Yeah)
And I keep the [?]
And I ride with Dolly

Patek [I sell?]
I got Maybach glasses (Yeah)
Skinny, short, and tall, I like all masses (No cap)
Flat, plump, and fat, I like all asses (Yeah)
She won't crack a smile, shawty real sassy (Let's go)
Moncler bomber with the tongue saggin' (Yeah)
Moncler boxers with the socks, yeah, b*t*h (Moncler)
Moncler seats in a big body Bentley (Skrrt-skrrt)
Miss me, b*t*h, you can't get none of these dividends (Woo)

It's me
Pull up to the spot and f**k a b*t*h, she gonna miss me
He lost his b*t*h 'cause of me, that sh*t is not a mystery
I been settin' records in this b*t*h just like I'm Ripley's
I f**ked my opp b*t*h and then that n***a tried to diss me
Black, white and tan, I like all skin tones (All)
I been havin' 'Gram since my phone had ringtones
I got thirty b*t*hes on the beach just like I'm Sisqo
I just signed a deal with slime and then my f**kin' wrist froze
I fill up a room with vibes, it's nothin'
I f**ked on a cougar, that b*t*h had a husband
I might set a record, f**k hoes by the dozen
These n***as look up and they see me above 'em
I call up my brothers and tell 'em I love 'em
'Cause when we're young, we got heat from the oven
I got plenty hoes and yeah, I be f**kin'
But no matter what, I know that I can't cuff 'em, uh

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