Mario Lover (Interlude)
Let me just talk to em
Look
I got to give up my coins to get with this chic
I'm not wit that shit
Why would I trick when you finesse a player too(two) shit
You on that Luigi tip
I'm not gonna tussle with niggas to get your attention
Now that is absurd
So I gotta level up just so a nigga can hit it
Must be gone off that herb
Or munching on mushrooms if you think that I'm tripping
I mean let's be for real I'm not fighting for love a nigga just wanted them digits
And let's not forget by the way that you running the streets you look gullible sis
Like how you want saving as soon as you get it you running right back to his shit
Fuck all that saving I'm sick of your shit
Come on face it like really I'm trying to live honest
Wouldn't you think that it's kind of ironic
That the shorty that I'm saving's a goddess
Boogie AF but she all the way modest
Would it be different if I was a pedigree nigga from Philly or Compton
Saving these chickens that swear they the hottest
Smoking on loosies and rocking a bonnet
Ooouuu
Now you look stupid and everyone watching
That koppa got troopers that's all in ya wallet
While using your situation as a profit
So you scream fuck dimes no ten though cause these shawties be blowing your pockets
Plus you got a whole lot you could live for so get rid of the ones that are toxic
Look
I got to give up my coins to get with this chic
I'm not wit that shit
Why would I trick when you finesse a player too(two) shit
You on that Luigi tip
I'm not gonna tussle with niggas to get your attention
Now that is absurd
So I gotta level up just so a nigga can hit it
Must be gone off that herb
Or munching on mushrooms if you think that I'm tripping
I mean let's be for real I'm not fighting for love a nigga just wanted them digits
And let's not forget by the way that you running the streets you look gullible sis
Like how you want saving as soon as you get it you running right back to his shit
Fuck all that saving I'm sick of your shit
Come on face it like really I'm trying to live honest
Wouldn't you think that it's kind of ironic
That the shorty that I'm saving's a goddess
Boogie AF but she all the way modest
Would it be different if I was a pedigree nigga from Philly or Compton
Saving these chickens that swear they the hottest
Smoking on loosies and rocking a bonnet
Ooouuu
Now you look stupid and everyone watching
That koppa got troopers that's all in ya wallet
While using your situation as a profit
So you scream fuck dimes no ten though cause these shawties be blowing your pockets
Plus you got a whole lot you could live for so get rid of the ones that are toxic
Credits
Writer(s): Leon Hinton
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