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lirik lagu m.a.a.d cookies – bowser jr

[refrain: junior]
if youtube and nes all got along
they’d probably gun me down by the end of this song
seem like the whole house go against me
every time i’m in the street i hear
“yawk! yawk! yawk! yawk!”

[chorus: junior]
“man down
where you from, junior?”
“f*ck who you know, where you from, junior?”
“where your mama stay, huh, junior?”
“these m.a.a.d cookies i eat, junior”

[verse 1: junior]
brace yourself, i’ll take you on a trip down memory lane
this is not a rap on how i’m cute or playing with trains
this is lake ridge lane and plenty root and major pain
not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain
it was me, joseph, and cody, jeffy ride down pensacola
it got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yo self
uh, 18th and 19th
hope euphoria can slow dance with society
the driver seat the first one to get k!lled
seen a white*skinned n*gga with his brains blown out
at the same youtube channel where*, made videos
now this is not a tape recording saying that they sued him
but ever since that day, i was lookin’ at them different
that was back when i was twelve
todd packed the nine
america on every porch is fine
we adapt to crime, pack a lambo with four nerf guns at a time
with the sliding door, f*ck is up?
f*ck you shootin’ for if you ain’t walkin up you f*ckin’ punk?
pickin’ up the f*ckin’ shotty
pickin’ off you suckers, cody sucks a d*ck or die or sucker punch
a wall of bullets comin’ from
ak’s, ar’s, “aye y’all. duck”
that’s what chef pee pee said when we was eatin’ that mac n cheese
aw man, god d*mn, all h*ll broke loose
you took my kids back in ’16, f*ck yo’ truce
now crawl yo’ head in that noose
you wind up on the news
ain’t no peace treaty, just piecin’
vids up to pre*approve, deleted on top of deleted
42’s on top of 570’s
obviously the coroner between the sheets like the secret door’s
when you hop on that trolley
make sure your color’s correct
make sure you’re corporate, or they’ll be calling your makers collect
they say the goodman collect, all of our payments except
when we in traffic and tragic happens, that sh*t ain’t no stress
you movin’ g*yer if you suggest that you sleep with a doll
go buy a peanut and have the doctor on speed dial, i guess
m.a.a.d cookies
[chorus: junior]
“man down
where you from, junior?”
“f*ck who you know, where you from, junior?”
“where you’re mama stay, huh, junior?”
“these m.a.a.d cookies i eat, junior”

[intro: joseph]
wake yo’ punk ass up!
it ain’t nothin but a florida thang
chyea
real simple and plain
“let me teach you some lessons about the house
(smoke somethin’, n*gga)
house (‘sup, cuz? wassup? nah, nah, nah, f*ck that, nah)
ain’t nothin but a florida thang
chyea (we got five on it)
how we do
[verse 1: junior]
fresh outta school ’cause i was a elementary school grad
he’s sleeping in the living room of my daddy’s pad
reality struck i seen the cop car crash
hit the school bus two n*gga’s hopped out on foot and dashed (watch out cuz)
my pops said i needed a job i thought i believed him
security guard for a hour and ended up leaving
in fact i got fired ’cause i was inspired by all of my friends
to stage a escape the third game i clocked in
projects tore up, old ones get thrown up (wassup?)
cocaine laced in 8*b*lls
and they wonder why i rarely break now
imagine if your first table had you burning at the mouth
i was straight tweaking the next weekend i broke even
i made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding
you know the reasons but still won’t ever know my life
thomas aka military school’s human sacrifice (yeah)

[break: joseph]
nes, paper
n*gga’s been mixing sh*t since the 010’s, loc
cody’s doll’s , b*tt*nakeds, dip
make a n*gga flip
c*ck heads all up and down the house and sh*t
one time’s crooked and sh*t
block a n*gga in
cantonment, baldridge, lrl, it’s florida
[verse 2: joseph]
i’m still in the house
16, yeah that’s cool (chyea)
the house took me down so i start to follow the rules
but yeah that’s like me, i grew up in cantonment where they bang
and also charlyyyy whose doing the same thing
pass it to the left so i can smoke on me
a couple drive*bys in lake rigde lately (chyea)
couple of playgrounds’s with the f*cking applebees
shots in the house then everybody ran
crew i’m finna play, the bad wife i play
cheating with the enemy, divorce and separate
twerk it again in the whip
down the pensacola with the pistol grip (chyea)
trip, we in the trailer still
so loc, grab a strap ’cause chyeah, it’s so real (chyea)
deal with the outcome, a quarter*pounder in the hand
and 2b and 100 grand’s where the bake sale stands

[verse 3: junior]
if i told you i k!lled 11 guys at ten, would you believe me?
or see me to be innocent junior you seen in the street
with a basketball with joseph with mac n cheese to eat
if i mentioned all of my skeletons, would you jump in the seat?
would you say my intelligence now is great relief?
and it’s safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep
with dreams of being a lawyer or doctor
instead of boy with a mask and hold the bully hostage
k!ll ’em all if they gossip, the children of the hostage
they vandalizing the option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins
constantly drinking and drive, hit the paddle then watch the swings
that arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept
is aim and then bang it and slide out that b*tch with deposit
a price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects, i
live inside the belly of the rough
florida, u.s.a. got me an 8*ball on angel dust, what?

[interlude]
(scratches)
m.a.a.d cookies
florida

[outro/skit]
n*gga, pass junior the bottle, d*mn
you ain’t the one that got f*cked up
what you holdin’ it for?
n*ggas always actin’ unsensitive and sh*t
n*gga, that ain’t no word
n*gga, shut up
hey, junior, you good, my n*gga?
don’t even trip
just lay back and drink that

- bowser jr

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