Video Mario Bros de Abdul Jaber 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Abdul Jaber - Mario Bros Lyrics

[Intro: Big Xshon & Yung Dul]
Restart, restart
Oh, where's the beat at
Oh shit, hold on, hold on

[Hook: Yung Dul]
Too many damn percs, yeah they messin' with my memory
Pop a tab of acid and a couple rounds of ecstasy
In the kitchen with the pot, I don't need no recipe
Had to drop that bitch, I can't let her get the best of me
If I pull up in the stu, you know it's a hit
I'm with shooter, I'm with Big Xshon, you know you don't miss
Feelin' like R Kelly, the way I got these bitches real pissed
Pass it to my bros, CP3, bitch with the assist

[Chorus: Big Xshon & Yung Dul]
That bitch blowin' me like a flute
Pull up with choppers and the crew
All my dudes around mе, they gon' shoot
Why they talk to me, lеave em' mute
Kick that bitch out, yeah you know she got the fuckin' boot

[Verse 1: Big Xshon & Yung Dul]
Feelin' like a boss, Rick Ross, fuck the cost
Feelin' like I'm Voss, never lost, know I got the sauce
Been trappin' like a youngin', gassed up, holocaust
Diamonds so cold in this bitch, I think they over-frost
I'm pressin' the exhaust as I'm rippin' on the engine
Fuck that bitch, now she pendin'
Money grows, it's never endin
Money grows, it's never endin', yeah my pockets be extendin'
All these bitches I'm offendin', that last text I sent is pendin'
But fuck it, I can't ever mess with sorry hoes
Racin' to the paper like my first name is Mario
Ass so fat, had to squeeze that shit like a squeegee
I'm rockin' all green in the cut like Luigi
Got a M on my hat, we them Mario brothers
Is the shell red or blue, I'm worried bout the colors
Rock his ass with a pill, yeah I cleaned his fuckin' gutters
Dropped an album, it was heat in the middle of the summer
You know I hate that evil bitch named Bowser
Tryna save Princess Peach to get close to her
Yeah, I blew a fuckin' rack to blow her back out
Now I got a million dollars on this fuckin' track now, but
[Chorus: Big Xshon & Yung Dul]
Ay, ay, ay, that bitch blowin' me like a flute
Pull up with choppers and the crew
All my dudes around me, they gon' shoot
Why they talk to me, leave em' mute
Kick that bitch out, yeah, you know she got the fuckin' boot

[Verse 2: Kaspar]
Mainen Rosalina, imma please her, pockets full of cheese yeah
Hurricane Katrina, way she twistin', suckin' on my weiner
Celine Frames like Gunna, in the summer but you know we coolin'
Me, Big Xshon, and Yung Dul on the track you know that we stay boolin
I'm pushin' big body Jag through the streets of Dayton
Got Jim hatin
Make it by just fine you know we never scrapin'
If you pull up to the crib, this Glock give yo ass a spankin'
On the Kawasaki, full throttle, yeah you know I got it crankin'
Spin you seven times like baby perk, fry your ass like bacon
Way too much cash up on the floor, someone gotta go and rake it
They never would give it to me, so I had to go and take it
If I keep rapping like this, I might be the first one out of Dayton

[Outro: Big Xshon]
Ay, ay, huh, might be the first one out of Dayton
Or Chattanooga, I'll keep walkin' round
Totin', you know I'm a fuckin' shooter
Way he runnin' round the track, makes me think his name is Stoota
Smashin' all these bitches, Cupcake got fucked in the cooter
Shit, it might be Evan Guzman
Way I'm choppin' up the beat, feel like I'm a fuckin' barber
Passin' all these bitches, feel like I'm a damn charger
Now that we got Jason, we about to go farther