Juvenile

Juvenile - Mardi Gras lyrics

rate me

You got a problem with me?

Fuck you too, all of ya

I've come to set the party up nigga

Mardi Gras

Mardi Gras

Mardi Gras

I've come to set the party up nigga

Mardi Gras

Mardi Gras

Mardi Gras

Who put this shit together?

Me, Mr. Mardi Gras

Mardi Gras

Mardi Gras

Who put this shit together?

Me, Mr. Mardi Gras

Two breeds my daughter

Up town my words up

I'm amped up and I'm chosed up

I stunt too, my car's up

Got plenty hoes, my broad's up

Champagne on my dog's uh

A snot nose I bossed up

I staged rap and my car's up

Bring it back

Two breeds my daughter

Up town my words up

I'm amped up and I'm chosed up

I stunt too, my car's up

Got plenty hoes, my broad's up

Champagne on my dog's uh

A snot nose I bossed up

I staged rap and my car's up

I lose some and I win some

You cock-blocking my income

Don't howl a lot in my ear drum

Cause rules break, I bent some

Seen threats, I meant 'em

No stress no tension

Chest up no flitching

Old dog no pension

I move work at jet speed

this rap shit my pet peeve

I smoke sum of the best weed

Your bitch on my testies

The fan chose their best leads

Won't lock me, won't X me

It's more of y'all and less of me

I bash it don't threat me

Bejamin's in my pockets

Credit card in my wallet

Every day I make a little profit

It's not tricking the hoes if I got it

I bounce back hydraulic

Make noise sole in my body

I keep my hands on my shottie

Run up on you boys

You get bide it

You got a problem with me?

Fuck you too, all of ya

I've come to set the party up nigga

Mardi Gras

Mardi Gras

Mardi Gras

I've come to set the party up nigga

Mardi Gras

Mardi Gras

Mardi Gras

Who put this shit together?

Me, Mr. Mardi Gras

Mardi Gras

Mardi Gras

Who put this shit together?

Me, Mr. Mardi Gras

Fuck which that ain't no kids

Cause my team can't coach me

my bank account my trophies

That brown shit no opeis

My root's strong like oak trees

I'm sky high like nose bleeds

Now get away from my dough please

Just go please,

No, go please

Bed time, no wonder

If it catch me, that's my shit

They keep a real with no hoe shit

They can't chew that show shit

That's up town, that's down town

That'z Z spank, that's what spank

At seaside, that's what side

It's going on nigga let's drink

Slow it down I can't do

I'm old school like chateaus

I'm cracked up in my plamo

You looking broke in them chair clothes

Your name shot, no game shot

Now what the hell you gonna tell hoes?

You dirty like a motel floor

You need to lotion those elbows

I'm Mardi Gras official

All these women acting like strippers

They want to show me their titties

They like throw me something please mister

Benjamin's in my pockets

Credit card in my wallet

I bounce back hydraulic

Run yp on you boys

You get bide it

You got a problem with me?

Fuck you too, all of ya

I've come to set the party up nigga

Mardi Gras

Mardi Gras

Mardi Gras

I've come to set the party up nigga

Mardi Gras

Mardi Gras

Mardi Gras

Who put this shit together?

Me, Mr. Mardi Gras

Mardi Gras

Mardi Gras

Who put this shit together?

Me, Mr. Mardi Gras

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Anonymous
Monday 13th of February 2012 11:15
With Mardi Gras is around the corner, it's only right that rap vet Juvenile chefs up some new music in honor of the impending festivities. "Mardi Gras" will live on his upcoming mixtape of the same name which drops on Fat Tuesday, February 21st.