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poeticle - mamba lyrics

[hook x2 + poeticle]
f+ck around and doubt my sk!ll, i got that mamba mental
everything we doing here is f+ckin’ monumental
big cars, big house, everything is lit now
never finna stop i’m on the top i’ll knock this b+tch down

[verse 1 + poeticle]
ya’ll p+ssies that for real cuz all you f+ckers do is sh+t talk
putting down my craft, finna attack like a pitbull
f+ck you think ya doing here f+ckin’ with the big dogs
always talkin’ sh+t, man peoticle is p+ssed off
they been in my head to much i feel like i’m a mental patient
when we drop a record all the records dawg we finna break it
finna break ya neck on second thought ya lost we jus invading
evading all the cause of lames and taking all the stock amazing
man i’m f+ckin’ bonkers crazy
haters got my rage back in me spitting harmful daily
bars i got an armful, aiming, yes i’m f+ckin’ armed fool, waiting
with my f+ckin’ +rs+nal baiting
debating on a bar stool should i f+ckin’ pop you sayin’
it’s impossible for us to pop a fool who hit my dms up
just talkin’ sum like he sum large or sum
like he got a song or sum
like he suffered through the years just to get up onto sum
they go tear us down but it’s alright i’m f+ckin’ charged from this

[verse 2 + yung prod]
this’ll be the verse that’ll prove i’m the next prodigy
i’mma be a star up in the skies, astrology
every verse and word will be a heard, commodity
gettin’ cream and living dreams, that’s the ideology
get rich or die tryin’ nah i’m tryna get richer
me and wack rappers, cut me out the d+mn picture
i don’t need to do the drugs i don’t need to drink the liquor
just to say that i am not an ordinary n+gga
run it up, all you n+ggas runner ups
see you talkin’ sh+t pull out the clip and then you run from us
sweet as b+tter cups, we gon cuddle up a hundred bucks
better toughen up, b+tch we steady coming up, we not runner ups

[verse 3 + king$aiah]
yeah, i just won a f+ckin’ trophy, call me motherf+ckin’ kobe
i be putting sh+t on hard drive, no flash adobe
shawty tryna get close, i don’t really like it closely
she be screamin’ so loud, think her neighbors f+ckin’ know me
finna dunk on you n+ggas up and down the court
n+ggas sh+t talkin’ while they running like a sport
i’m getting h+lla b+tches, got they panties at the door
i’m finna flip and slip n’ slide just like a n+gga mopped the floor
oh sh+t i think i got that mamba mental
get into your zone n+gga show em’ what you bout
you ain’t finna get sh+t sittin’ on the couch
go and get up off your ass and show them n+ggas what you bout

[verse 4 + poeticle]
yo
imma hit the hall of fame
always bout my d.o.l.l.a.s dame
slide in ya b+tches dms like i’m motherf+ckin sada baby
all the p+ssies thought we playing
frosty all i got is chains
reaching levels all the haters never thought they’re saw me reach
more successful as a dropout
i don’t gotta f+ckin’ cop out
i’mma show em’ what i’m bout
got this sh+t on f+ckin’ lock down
riding with the top down
i’m less violent when you pipe down
but i’m hyped when all the dyk+s and clowns go doubt its like i got that motherf+ckin’ mamba mental

- poeticle lyrics

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