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Mardi Gras
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Mardi Gras was released on June 21, 2024 by Dylan St. John as a part of the album From the Logo
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Release DateJune 21, 2024
LabelDylan St. John
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM82

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dylan St. John
Dylan St. John
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dylan St. John
Dylan St. John
Songwriter

Lyrics

Got the venue packed wall to wall
Looking like Mardi Gras
We about to set it off
I might even spend it all
Fuck her once and hit it good
Treat her like im holly wood
They call me mr tropicana i got all the goods
You know i keep a whole army of some bad hoes
So when you ready let me know and we can battle
You be out here you be fighting with your shadow
I be posted in a pent house chateau!
Step aside and catch a vibe cuz its automatic
She said i make her feel alive and i said girl thats magic
Gripping on her thighs and i gotta have it
Grip grip gripping on them thighs damnn....
Fuck around and now you got me in my element
Im in the kitchen and i'm mixing up the medicine
Before i leave the room i gotta clear the evidence
Cameras all up in my face cuz i'm relevant
Cuz bitch ima mogul, better yet an icon
I'm at the 5 and i'm diving through the pilon
Im a living walking highlight reel
Let me tell you how this mother fucking high life feels
Whoa, yeah
I know you heard that
So when i chirp best believe that shirty chrip back
Loaded nap sack where i'm holding all the work at
She wanna ride the wave i told her she can surf that
She wanna ride the wave i told her she can surf that
Got the venue packed wall to wall
Looking like Mardi Gras
We about to set it off
I might even spend it all
Fuck her once and hit it good
Treat her like im holly wood
They call me mr tropicana i got all the goods
Mr tropicana i got all the flavors
4 am i'm waking up my fucking neighbors
I just got the call im headed to the majors
Now you gone see my face all on these fucking papers
Whoa whoa
You dont say , you dont say
Told you keep that hoe shit right outta my way
If you swerving but getter the fuck outta my lane
If she curvy ima need that booty all in my face
All game high rank,
Fucking bitches i don't even know they god damn name
I could really give a fuck less
She just wanna suck more
All i want is success
Fuck stress
You wont ever see me pass a drug test
Drinks up, tits out, Mardi Gras
FUCK YES!
Got the venue packed wall to wall
Looking like Mardi Gras
We about to set it off
I might even spend it all
Fuck her once and hit it good
Treat her like im holly wood
They call me mr tropicana i got all the goods
Got the venue packed wall to wall
Looking like Mardi Gras
We about to set it off
I might even spend it all
Fuck her once and hit it good
Treat her like im holly wood
They call me mr tropicana i got all the goods
You know why....Still that young motherfucker with the juice baby!
Written by: Dylan St. John
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