Gita - Mardi Gras lyrics

Escaping The Dream World album lyrics Mardi Gras Lyrics Intro [Gita] Welcome if you pop a lot Welcome if you pop a lot Do you like too pop a lot Oh I love too pop a lot Pre hook Come, come Getcha ya body rocked Tick tocked n***as bust Glocks Hot box, rap a lot Get the party hot One shot two shot three shot Mardi, mardi , mardi , mardi gra.... [Verse: 1 Gita] Dust too a n***a Dunce, dunce all dese b**hes n***a want it come and get Ohh yah mouth piece fitted Fire well litted up Boom pow! on a brinks truck Blah, blah Betta duck Mind struck like two pits when they f** Call them up Tell dem dat there near done I don't wanna see'um snatching ma crumbs Street love from all the s**y thugs Means mugs from all they wifed up lil bums Who cares? Chorus 2X Never see me running Always see me coming Never see me running Always see me coming b**hes act like they gone do something When I come around they don't do nothing! Bridge Getting buck Ms. Hun Too street sh** in the club Wind it up wind it down If you want? Record on bump You popping dat rump Head dresses up b**h do that do that street style Strut! Pre Chorus Come come Getcha ya body rocked Tick tocked n***as bust Glocks Hot box Rap a lot Get the party hot One shot two shot three shot Mardi, mardi , mardi , mardi gra.... [Verse: 2 Gita] Dust too a n***a Dunce , dunce all dese b**hes

n***a want it come and get it Stacking milk in dem fridges In the barn milking hard While the other switches While the utter switching flavors in the kitchen Ya get it? Didn't think so! Silly hoe's ordering back hand combos waiting For a scratching win lotto ticket f** dat b**hes good luck on winning We popping bottles while ya other heffas Hearing crickets! Pre Chorus 2X Never see me running Always see me coming Never see me running Always see me coming b**hes act like they gone do something When I come around they don't do nothing! Bridge Getting buck Ms. Hun Too street sh** in the club Wind it up wind it down If you want? Record on bump You popping dat rump Head dresses up b**h do that do that street style Strut! Chorus Come come Getcha ya body rocked Tick tocked n***as bust Glocks Hot box Rap a lot Get the party hot One shot two shot three shot Mardi, mardi , mardi , mardi gra.... (Gita Talking) GI... GI.... The Duchess In the building Mini Hook 2X Crescendo switching up the tempo up on you bimbos Oh, oh Pre Chorus 2X Never see me running Always see me coming Never see me running Always see me coming b**hes act like they gone do something When I come around they don't do nothing Mini Hook 2X Crescendo switching up the tempo up on you bimbos Oh, oh Mardi Gras Lyrics written by Gita Beat produced by DarQ E. Freaker