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.mp3 mafia – lossless lyrics

[intro]
(olly!)
(hey, where’s rolo?)

[verse 1: idkfatal]
b+tch i’m lossless, just like a wav file
don’t leave a scratch in the mix, my nails file
dash in the whip, put some cash in the tip
[?] like syrup, tay+k, needa get hard
every time i’m on the track i accidentally spit bars
everybody rock me, lose like scissors
said that i missed her, i just wanna kiss her
if i’m in her mouth, then i’m leaving a blister
b+tch, i don’t like anybody you with
y’all need to suck a d+ck, brush your t++th with my god d+mn jizz
now brush your t++th with my god d+mn kids
you a thot, d+ck hard to resist
met ‘em one time and you beggin’ and beggin’
i’m replacing you faster than how long you lastin’
just get some water, your daughter is fasting
just kidding, know for a fact, ass plastic
now on stage, not tryna be dramatic
i’m moving too frantic, i’m at the
please do not panic
if you treating me good, your wrist will be patek
movie out the hood, we live lavish
i did the best i could, but you treat me like practice
boy in my lens, now i’m flexing my glasses
said she worth the while but she don’t have assets
i said i met a girl but i met a [?]
now i’m tellin’ this specific ass b+tch i hate them
one outta ten, how i’d i rate em
if i was a teacher, that’s how i would grade em
we moving on, from the bands
i don’t talk with no lisp, but if i did i wouldn’t thave em (ha+ha)
[verse 2: kid judo]
b+tch i’m done with all this, how i’m just spittin’, f+ck the aesthetics
i’ma let judo be judo, let’s kick back and just be authentic
i’m back on my bullsh+t, running the game, trackstar, athletic
bringing the life to the party like i’m a motherf+cking medicine medic
shawty be topping me, stopping me
in the back of the whip while i be whipping donuts
i be selling out arenas, while you putting on shows where n0body shows up
mp3 mafia taking the crown like a dictator, we finna make sh+t blow up
if you don’t think we the best in the game, then i guess you just gotta grow up
bop it, twist it, pull it, pop it, lock it, hitting a boogie real quick
pull up with a stick, not a gun but actually like a f+cking stick
b+tch i be shooting a movie, everyday of my life b+tch i be shooting a fl!ck
call that boy a goofy, he a richard? nah he’s the d+ck
back in town i’m doing business, gifting lyrics like it’s christmas
my sh+t is so catchy they call it a sickness
like bruce lee, we boutta kick sh+t

[interlude: kid judo]
this guy actually came up to me on the street the other day
told me he f+cking hated me, and i told him “not so funny when they say you get no b+tches”

[verse 3: sxdboynoah]
b+tch i’m lossless, i’m poppin’ off the pop rocks
i’m hot just like constantine, no hot sauce
i’m like what the f+ck is up with all these f+cking hot moms
tryna hit my dms, to give the dropbox
b+tch i run the game, and you know i’m on top b+tch
and she in the whip giving me the slop top
all on my d+ck, like a bunny she hoppin’
i know all my haters are f+cking p+awns
pull up on speed, and i’m in this b+tch and you know that i’m geekin’
got me a mil and it’s gone in a weekend
got me a milf and you know i’ma freak it
jesus christ, get on my d+ck
riding my wives like a muhf+ckin’ ship
she up on me tryna get her a l!ck
and i’m done with my verse, now i’m outta this b+tch, d+mn
bring it back, bring it back
pull up on a b+tch, with a sneak attack
b+tch i’m finna nut, no s+m+n [?]
choppa on my hip and you know that’s a beam attached
b+tch it’s the mp3 mafia
we are the best and n0body is topping us
i’m with yo b+tch in the bed getting naughtier
fly on the beat like i’m coming from narnia, b+tch

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