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big xshon, yung dul (eng) - mario bros lyrics

[intro: big xshon & yung dul]
restart, restart
oh, where’s the beat at
oh sh+t, hold on, hold on

[hook: yung dul]
too many d+mn percs, yeah they messin’ with my memory
pop a tab of acid and a couple rounds of ecstasy
in the kitchen with the pot, i don’t need no recipe
had to drop that b+tch, i can’t let her get the best of me
if i pull up in the stu, you know it’s a hit
i’m with shooter, i’m with big xshon, you know you don’t miss
feelin’ like r kelly, the way i got these b+tches real p+ssed
pass it to my bros, cp3, b+tch with the assist

[chorus: big xshon & yung dul]
that b+tch blowin’ me like a flute
pull up with choppers and the crew
all my dudes around mе, they gon’ shoot
why they talk to me, lеave em’ mute
kick that b+tch out, yeah you know she got the f+ckin’ boot

[verse 1: big xshon & yung dul]
feelin’ like a boss, rick ross, f+ck the cost
feelin’ like i’m voss, never lost, know i got the sauce
been trappin’ like a youngin’, gassed up, holocaust
diamonds so cold in this b+tch, i think they over+frost
i’m pressin’ the exhaust as i’m rippin’ on the engine
f+ck that b+tch, now she pendin’
money grows, it’s never endin
money grows, it’s never endin’, yeah my pockets be extendin’
all these b+tches i’m offendin’, that last text i sent is pendin’
but f+ck it, i can’t ever mess with sorry hoes
racin’ to the paper like my first name is mario
ass so fat, had to squeeze that sh+t like a squeegee
i’m rockin’ all green in the cut like luigi
got a m on my hat, we them mario brothers
is the sh+ll red or blue, i’m worried bout the colors
rock his ass with a pill, yeah i cleaned his f+ckin’ gutters
dropped an album, it was heat in the middle of the summer
you know i hate that evil b+tch named bowser
tryna save princess peach to get close to her
yeah, i blew a f+ckin’ rack to blow her back out
now i got a million dollars on this f+ckin’ track now, but
[chorus: big xshon & yung dul]
ay, ay, ay, that b+tch blowin’ me like a flute
pull up with choppers and the crew
all my dudes around me, they gon’ shoot
why they talk to me, leave em’ mute
kick that b+tch out, yeah, you know she got the f+ckin’ boot

[verse 2: kaspar]
mainen rosalina, imma please her, pockets full of cheese yeah
hurricane katrina, way she twistin’, suckin’ on my weiner
celine frames like gunna, in the summer but you know we coolin’
me, big xshon, and yung dul on the track you know that we stay boolin
i’m pushin’ big body jag through the streets of dayton
got jim hatin
make it by just fine you know we never scr+pin’
if you pull up to the crib, this glock give yo ass a spankin’
on the kawasaki, full throttle, yeah you know i got it crankin’
spin you seven times like baby perk, fry your ass like bacon
way too much cash up on the floor, someone gotta go and rake it
they never would give it to me, so i had to go and take it
if i keep rapping like this, i might be the first one out of dayton

[outro: big xshon]
ay, ay, huh, might be the first one out of dayton
or chattanooga, i’ll keep walkin’ round
totin’, you know i’m a f+ckin’ shooter
way he runnin’ round the track, makes me think his name is stoota
smashin’ all these b+tches, cupcake got f+cked in the cooter
sh+t, it might be evan guzman
way i’m choppin’ up the beat, feel like i’m a f+ckin’ barber
passin’ all these b+tches, feel like i’m a d+mn charger
now that we got jason, we about to go farther

- big xshon yung dul eng lyrics

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