Video Mardi Gras de Al B Smoov 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Al B Smoov - Mardi Gras Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Niggas always talkin' nerd shit, it disgust me
Now you wanna beat the bitch up 'cause she love me
I was in the coupe, dammit, Daniel, think my wrist broke
I just put the whole Antartica in a fishbowl
Big banc uchies on the dashboard, for real though
Nigga blink wrong he gon' have me up in kill mode
Why you paranoid? Shit, I ain't got no bill, bro
I just put my threes of the gel in a sealed pint

[Chorus]
Roll the curtains back in the coupe, it's the Mardi Gras
I just shit bagged twelve niggas and a body guard
Watches on my wrist, shit, it's cold as Antarctica
She been tryna blow me all week, she's a party girl
Roll the curtains back in the coupe, it's the Mardi Gras
I just shit bagged twelvе niggas and a body guard
Watches on my wrist, shit, it's cold as Antarctica
She been tryna blow me all week, shе's a party girl

[Verse 2]
I just poured a four up in a twenty, I'm in Barney's world
Nigga mad at me 'cause I ain't wanna give him autographs
Argue with a bitch? I just put 'em in a garbage bag
I'm in Neimen Marcus mud walkin' with a army bag
Drop it on the floor, what's that? It's a hundiddy
Who that, Drakeo? It's in a bag, don't come for me
I just flatlined your best friend, what you wanna do?
He's never comin' back and that's that, let's just call it truce
[Chorus]
Roll the curtains back in the coupe, it's the Mardi Gras
I just shit bagged twelve niggas and a body guard
Watches on my wrist, shit, it's cold as Antarctica
She been tryna blow me all week, she's a party girl
Roll the curtains back in the coupe, it's the Mardi Gras
I just shit bagged twelve niggas and a body guard
Watches on my wrist, shit, it's cold as Antarctica
She been tryna blow me all week, she's a party girl

[Verse 3]
This the type of shit that make his body rock
Hit him with the rapper, left a nigga on potty watch
He gon' swear a nigga knew karate, watch
Chop suey, nigga, and it came with the Mardi Gras
Can you take me shoppin'? Yeah, probably not
I was on Rodeo, niggas starin', yeah, probably they opps
Hangin' out the window, bro, what kind of watch?
Bro, that would be tellin', if I told you I'd be kinda hot

[Chorus]
Roll the curtains back in the coupe, it's the Mardi Gras
I just shit bagged twelve niggas and a body guard
Watches on my wrist, shit, it's cold as Antarctica
She been tryna blow me all week, she's a party girl
Roll the curtains back in the coupe, it's the Mardi Gras
I just shit bagged twelve niggas and a body guard
Watches on my wrist, shit, it's cold as Antarctica
She been tryna blow me all week, she's a party girl