Don Mario - Through the Mail Lyrics

Yeah I'm well prepared
Taxing for the sale
You know by the smell
I rock ya bells
You rolling in the deep
You not with Adele
I'll never tell
Til shit to grave
My soul not for sell
This from hell
Flow so heavenly
I carry weight for real
Well lookie here
All these niggas clones
Copy drip for real
Niggas need to pay the toll
I found they way for real
By the dales
Niggas know
Not to stop and stare
Keep ya hands to yourself
Nigga this ain’t Brail
They say
Shhh what what
I got all these girlss
I got pounds in that bitch the room smell like something else
You can’t
Pop mail
I got niggas up in cells
They can’t
Pop pills
Or feed them to the girls
Pause to hit blunt Im still on beat lil nigga
Its always good we send them packs like it was cheap lil nigga
We came back home so I can count it up and see my niggas
We send it
Yeah
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
Packs go in the air over the sea on niggas
I got my gun because I'm black and the police on niggas
Who gon protect us when boys in blue beat on niggas
This shit aint new this shit been going on for eons nigga
Thats why I
Ball might break the rim a beast on niggas
My chick gon fuck me then she tap out with no three count nigga
Its on
My click been bussin
We dont see yall niggas
Might come back only for two days cause I can't be round niggas
Its bussin
Bitch what
Thru the mail
I got niggas in the county for some shit
And they ain’t tell
I got bitches I cant talk around for shit
This ain't for them
We cant trap for you if you aint got it
If you ain't tell
Through the mail
Yeah
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail

Yeah I'm well prepared
Taxing for the sale
You know by the smell
I rock ya bells
You rolling in the deep
You not with Adele
I'll never tell
Til shit to grave
My soul not for sell
This from hell
Flow so heavenly
I carry weight for real
Well lookie here
All these niggas clones
Copy drip for real
Niggas need to pay the toll
I found they way for real
By the dales
Niggas know
Not to stop and stare
Keep ya hands to yourself
Nigga this ain’t Brail
They say
Shhh what what
I got all these girlss
I got pounds in that bitch the room smell like something else
You can’t
Pop mail
I got niggas up in cells
They can’t
Pop pills
Or feed them to the girls
Pause to hit blunt Im still on beat lil nigga
Its always good we send them packs like it was cheap lil nigga
We came back home so I can count it up and see my niggas
We send it
Yeah
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail
Packs go in the air over the sea on niggas
I got my gun because I'm black and the police on niggas
Who gon protect us when boys in blue beat on niggas
This shit aint new this shit been going on for eons nigga
Thats why I
Ball might break the rim a beast on niggas
My chick gon fuck me then she tap out with no three count nigga
Its on
My click been bussin
We dont see yall niggas
Might come back only for two days cause I can't be round niggas
Its bussin
Bitch what
Thru the mail
I got niggas in the county for some shit
And they ain’t tell
I got bitches I cant talk around for shit
This ain't for them
We cant trap for you if you aint got it
If you ain't tell
Through the mail
Yeah
Through the mail
Through the mail
Through the mail