mp3 mafia – Lossless

mp3 mafia – Lossless Lyrics

Artist: mp3 mafia
Song: Lossless

(olly!)
(hey, where’s rolo?)
b#tch i’m lossless, just like a white file
Don’t leave a scratch in the mix, my nails file

Gas in the whip, cash in the tip
{?} get hard
Everybody rock me, lose like scissors
Said that i missed her, i just wanna kiss her

If i’m in her mouth, then i’m leaving a blister
b#tch, i don’t like anybody you with
Y’all need to suck a dick, brush your teeth with my god damn jizz
Now brush your teeth with my god damn kids

You a thot, dick hard to resist
Met ‘em one time and you beggin’ and beggin’
I’m replacing you faster than how long you lastin’
Just kidding, know for a fact, #ss plastic

Now on stage, not tryna be dramatic
I’m moving too frantic, i’m {?}
Please do not panic
If you treating me good, your wrist will be patek

Movie out the hood, we live lavish
I did the best i could, but you treat me like practice
Said she worth the while but she don’t have assets
I said i met a girl but i met a {?}

{?} b#tch i hate them
One outta ten, how i’d i rate em
If i was a teacher, that’s how i would grade em
We moving on, from the bands

I don’t talk with no lisp, but if i did i wouldn’t thave em (ha ha)
b#tch i’m done with all this
How i’m just spittin’, f#ck these {?}
I’ma let judo be judo

Let’s kick back and just be authentic
I’m back on my b#llsh#t
Running the game, trackstar, athletic
Bringing the life to the party

Like i’m a motherf#cking menacing medic
Shawty be topping me, stopping me
In the back of the whip while i be whipping donuts
I be selling out arenas, while you putting on shows where nobody shows up

If you don’t think we the best in the game, then i guess you just gotta grow up
Bop it, twist it, pull it, pop it, lock it, hitting a boogie real quick
Pull up with a stick, not a gun but actually like a f#cking stick
b#tch i be shooting a movie, everyday of my life b#tch i be shooting a flick

Call that boy a goofy, he a richard? nah he’s the dick
Back in town i’m doing business
Gifting lyrics like it’s christmas
My sh#t is so catchy they call it a sickness

Like bruce lee, we boutta kick sh#t
This guy actually came up to me on the street the other day
Told me he f#cking hated me, and i told him “that’s so funny what {?} you get no b#tches”
b#tch i’m lossless, i’m poppin’ off the pop rocks

I’m hot just like constantine, no hot sauce
I’m like what the f#ck is up with all these f#cking hot moms
Tryna hit my dms, to give the dropbox
b#tch i run the game, and you know i’m on top b#tch

And she in the whip giving me the slop top
All up on my dick, like a bunny she hoppin’
I know all my haters are f#cking pawns
Pull up on speed, and i’m in this b#tch and you know that i’m geekin

Got me a mil and it’s gone in a weekend
Got me a m#lf and you know i’ma freak it
Jesus christ, get on my dick
Riding my wives like a muhf#ckin’ ship

She up on me tryna get her a lick
And i’m done with my verse, now i’m outta this b#tch, damn
Bring it back, bring it back
Pull up on a b#tch, with a sneak attack

b#tch i’m finna nut, no {?}
Choppa on my hip and you know that’s a beam attached
We are the best and nobody is topping us
I’m with yo b#tch in the bed getting naughtier

Fly on the beat like i’m coming from narnia, b#tch
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Release Year: 2020