Mardi Gras

Lyrics

[Intro: Hus KingPin] Mm, mhm Don't compare me to niggas, uh, uh How you compare me to niggas that I drafted? (Hah) Hmm, hmm Winners, ah, it's SmooVthy Uh-huh-uh, uh, hmm (Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go) Hmm, uh-uh [Verse 1: Hus KingPin] Summer tale, sun of the grail (Hah) Bundle on the scale, yo, kiloware, that kilo was stale (Uh) Don't talk to me in dreams, nigga (Uh-huh) Your bitch talk to me and screams, huh Pussy creams (Uh-huh) Vagina-monologue scenes, huh (Uh-huh) Recliner with the bottle swingin' (Hoo) Hi-hat bop to the drum swing, ah Yo, I'm a glutton for obedient sluttin' Yo, me and SmooVth, we blow a whole onion Bacalao lunchin' (Uh-huh) I need some tamarind sauce on my double She like a face muzzle (C'mon) She bring a girlfriend, that's four tits, it's like a huddle Yeah, you should fuck with us, ma (Uh-huh) A couple more tits and that's like Mardi Gras (Hah, hah) [Interlude: Hus KingPin & SmooVth] (Uh-huh) A couple more tits and that's like Mardi Gras (Yeah) C'mon, c'mon (Yo, check, yo, hah) [Verse 2: SmooVth] I'ma take this shit to 89 Not the year, I'm talkin' Flatbush on Church Ave at 89th Where I held my first .38 The crack got cut up on dirty plates Wildin' since the early days Niggas'll kick back and talk they shit How you compare me to these cats that I taught they shit? SmooVth did that so you ain't have to good through that I'm verified, fuck rap, thought I told you that Listen, my long chain glisten Still that nigga on a mission tryna switch positions A little different, hillside Crippin' Pounds of work, tryna get this chicken Without the feds tryna catch me slippin' [Refrain: SmooVth] But that's the world we live in It's the place we raised kids in That's the world we live in It's the place we raised kids in, nigga [Outro: SmooVth] Mardi Gras