mayalino – mobster dinner lyrics
[intro: mayalino]
let’s go, huh
we gon swerve it out on this one you know what i’m saying
swag it out on this b-tch!
you pull up [big estate house?]
[?]
eating mother f-ckin chilean sea-b-ss on them n-gg-s
we ain’t talking [?] either, you know what i’m saying?
we at the palm home boy
uh, yeah
[verse 1: mayalino]
the paper game oprah, phantom of the operas
currency face green, her white face coca
kitchen with an apr-n, chicken noodle sopa
python lock jake the snake big cobra
peel out [doug bell the win out?]
i do it for the homies in the hood that can’t get out
life without parole mother f-ckas don’t get out
rick flair of the c-ke til the baking soda spill out
a-wax desert eagle blew your whole whip out
million dollar chef, [mill?] skinny hoes pig out
got a black hoodie on with a white mask on
mike jackson with the glove on gleam
i beat the case with the gloves i [lay?]
i make that mayweather money [with cain?]
we just louis through the summer, gucci through the winter
when you rubber band the money, it’s gonna make you a believer
when spend the root of evil, it’s gonna make all of us sinners
ace of spades having mobster dinner
pearl powder with the fish scale make me a winner
entertain the colosseum like that spartan k!ller
i’m the reason why the strippers carry purse umbrellas
22 for the keys call that birdman special
hundred grand on the wrist i wear
fifty grand gon pierce my ear
ball hard with the jays i wear, yeah
[hook: mayalino]
it’s a mobster dinner, break bread with a boss
i’m feeling like a winner, probably cause i never lost
and if i’m sitting next to you, you know what imma do
have my cake and eat it too
[intro: pusha t]
you know i have a phd in fast money right
so you thought you just call me pusha for nothing
eghck!
[verse 2: pusha t]
del frisco’s, four days straight
dinner for two easily a thousand dollar date
wilhelmina model no feeling in her face
hermes leather goods wrap twice around the waist
double dutch the wrist, invisibly wet, invisibly set
80 thousand dollars on a myth
that’s rolex posing under fist
i bow flex 36 ounces on a brick, my n-gg-s trick
dollars like dave blaine and chris ange
the condos full of rottweilers on biscayne
they run freely around dope money and well trained
the smell’s a mixture of baking soda and p-ss stains
eghck! too vivid n-gg-, admit it n-gg-
what other way is the real hustlers gon feel it n-gg-
got no respect for you jack boys so k!ll it n-gg-
this four-five is about as long as a midget n-gg-
[hook: mayalino]
it’s a mobster dinner, break bread with a boss
i’m feeling like a winner, probably cause i never lost
and if i’m sitting next to you, you know what imma do
have my cake and eat it too
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