Super Mario by Lil Temp Lyrics
I got all these hoes and I don’t wanna get a wife
I got all these bands and wrist is full of ice
Call me Super Mario cause i’m about to cop a life
When I take the AK out, I shoot it at your head twice
Jumping on your head make it look like Bowser
Y’all hate on me know my wrist wetter than your shower
I stole your girl cause I bought her flowers
Now she don’t wanna go back to a fucking coward
You know I got all these bands
Your girl super hot like a frying pan
You don’t really wanna catch these hands
Cause when I pull up, imma leave you in a trance
Nah I ain’t over I am a miracle
I am the god but its not spiritual
Imma run it up even though I got no fuel
Y’all tryna smoke and talk shit to look cool
Raps starting fire, this ain’t a loss
Your bitch wanna swallow my alfredo sauce
I can’t even chill, that’s one of my flaws
I make more money than your fucking boss
I cannot say that I am not lyrical
Y’all, pussies really be hypocritical
I got the final blow making it critical
I got these hundreds bouta drive the foreign tho
Hop in a Mercedes looking like a movie
My diamonds are so colorful they looking so fruity
My bars so smooth, you can call it a smoothie
I don’t do crimes but my bars start cruelty
We playin games, calling it over
I got the range on my range rover
I ain’t lucky but I’m seeing them clovers
Ice on my wrist got yo bitch then I showed her
This ain’t gonna end well if I keep spittin
These bars better knock your face out when it’s hittin
Your girl want me to play with her kitten
I get it all cozy with a mitten
This is Lil Temp, I got the magic
I got the strap, make you all vanish
You think you can compete, nah that’s not happening
Imma start all of this and it’s gonna be tragic
I got all these bands and wrist is full of ice
Call me Super Mario cause i’m about to cop a life
When I take the AK out, I shoot it at your head twice
Jumping on your head make it look like Bowser
Y’all hate on me know my wrist wetter than your shower
I stole your girl cause I bought her flowers
Now she don’t wanna go back to a fucking coward
You know I got all these bands
Your girl super hot like a frying pan
You don’t really wanna catch these hands
Cause when I pull up, imma leave you in a trance
Nah I ain’t over I am a miracle
I am the god but its not spiritual
Imma run it up even though I got no fuel
Y’all tryna smoke and talk shit to look cool
Raps starting fire, this ain’t a loss
Your bitch wanna swallow my alfredo sauce
I can’t even chill, that’s one of my flaws
I make more money than your fucking boss
I cannot say that I am not lyrical
Y’all, pussies really be hypocritical
I got the final blow making it critical
I got these hundreds bouta drive the foreign tho
Hop in a Mercedes looking like a movie
My diamonds are so colorful they looking so fruity
My bars so smooth, you can call it a smoothie
I don’t do crimes but my bars start cruelty
We playin games, calling it over
I got the range on my range rover
I ain’t lucky but I’m seeing them clovers
Ice on my wrist got yo bitch then I showed her
This ain’t gonna end well if I keep spittin
These bars better knock your face out when it’s hittin
Your girl want me to play with her kitten
I get it all cozy with a mitten
This is Lil Temp, I got the magic
I got the strap, make you all vanish
You think you can compete, nah that’s not happening
Imma start all of this and it’s gonna be tragic