Mantra
Hip-Hop/Rap
Mar 25, 2015
205
Mantra Music Video

Mantra Lyrics

Get your lady
Cop, piff, inhale and cough
Rip the label off this
Picked the road that got twists
I'm holding my dick and playing cautious

I'ma show you how it's done right nigga
Drop this when the sunlight gone
Better run right home when the sky turn black
Screaming, "Fuck five-0" 'til my line go flat
In that ash-gray Beamer we'll be callin' that the pigeon coupe
Jack knife bitches to the couches in they living rooms
Ask who the best and I doubt that they picking you
Back like how I need to style, I invented you
Act like you don't know the name
Only time I ain't eating when the cho-cha stanky
Listening to Pre, getting dome while I lane switch
Bitches by the three licking coke off the pinky of a
Poster child, you're supposed to hate me
Bold and wild, you broke and angry, my nigga
Name getting bigger than the difference between us
Niggas is fake, I limit the features I give 'em
Sweat (sweat) shirt (shirt)
You know you famous when the niggas that surround you switch
And if they hating in a passive tense, now they hounding dick
And you ain't ask for this
Now you surrounded with a gaggle of 100 fucking thousand kids
Who you can't get mad at, when they want a pound and a pic
Cause they the reason that the traffic on the browser quick
And they the reason that the paper in your trousers thick
I said sweat (sweat), shirt (shirt)
You can tell the Reaper I'ma meet em when he send for me
With a cleaver, and a .30, and some twisted weed
I pick one, and let the crimson leak, nigga

Get your lady
Cop, piff, inhale and cough
Rip the label off this
Picked the road that got twists
I'm holding my dick and playing cautious

You used to say you like violins
And your lifestyle depend on me
And I know it's night time when you get lonely
And tell all your little friends how that bitch stole me
And despite all the facts that you got phony
You gonna tell them bout the night that you exposed me
For the bastard I was
And how I probably smashed every bitch that I passed in the club
And the last couple months was the worst
Cause I smashed all the trust
That I earned in the past couple months
That we had as a couple
My absence, a fuss
Was a problem that we ain't ever really get to solve
We just smashed and we scuffled
Tryna keep it calm but I snap at you
Now you're taking all your property back and it's obvious that
That apart from the fact that we fuck and it's bomb
And I hate when you home
And when I'm gone I don't call cause you nag
Man I brought you some shit
And I bought you some shit
What you offering here?
What the fuck you offering here?

I shouldn't even, fuck, fuck this, fuck all this shit

Young nigga, get your lady, cop piff
Inhale and cough, rip the label off this
Picked the road that got twists
I'm holding my dick and playing cautious

Writer(s): Thebe Kgositsile
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

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