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Produced by Sango 

Written & Engineered by Mariko


And I’m so damn awesome 
Body built 
Slinging bitches like a saucer 
Damn nigga 
you can’t even touch the roster 
And my pen game sick
Its a monster 
Oh 
Feeling good 
Feeling great
Every other day 
feeling like it’s pay day 
U like a Samsung 
Bitch imma upgrade 


When I’m on the mic 
These bitches yelling mayday

You tried to top a flow that you can’t do 
Then wanna cry when nighas pick at you 

And I’m so damn awesome 
I Can’t even really fuck with you possums 
You a bucket full of crabs 
I’m the lobster

Only thing 
I wanna talk about
Is Pasta 
That fetty 
dinero 
Can u throw a couple M’s
I’m feeling nauseous 

Chorus:

I bet your bitch 
Think you alone 
You at her house 
You tryna bus it open
Pop one in my mouth 

Fuck them bitches
Fuck they friends 
Fuck a nigga 
Fuck his trends

I’m still spitting for them bitches in the hood
If a nigga wanna find me 
Then he better know what’s good 
Voodou pussy 
Got you niggas feeling manic 
Got super soaker 
And she never need re-loading 

Do the dash on they ass 
Got a couple grams in the stash 
Bitches aint fucking with me 
Carrots all on me
These bitches niche 

(Back to chorus)

X-x-X

Prod by Level 
Written by Mariko 
Mixed vocals by Mariko

BIG TIPPER

Beat originally produced Jonathan Da Silva 

Written by Mariko 

Engineered by Mariko

Bambi’03

Produced by Rxkz

Written and engineered by Mariko

Awww man did I really go off 
Did I really bust them shots 
Cuz I ain’t aiming at all 
I was on the center stage
While these bitches was pinching tents 
When they hear about the tape 
they gone be pitching a fit 


I’m such a maniac 
Kinda a brainiac
Why They hatin that  
Cuz I be stating facts 
This My Roman reloaded
So Get the chicken wing  
fuck ass bitches 
Heads off
Go get the guillotine 

I’m the topic
metropolis
Minneapolis
the project kids 
Still rocking this 
Popppin and pop Lockin this 

Anything I do you know that they gone  jocking it 
I don’t need a push 
I ain’t talking bout 
A pregnancy 
You was in my ass womb 
Shit you out 
excrement 
Hands on the headboard
Shaking like a Percocet

Chorus:
Old money 
Nun of these niggas get that money 
New honey yogi bears don’t want that smoke 
Is the flow yummy 
Or is it crumbling 
Under pressure 
All these niggas want that 
Drip drop
Time is on the tik tok 
Tell these bitches sit-stop
All these bitches pit stop 
Can’t stop 
Won’t stop 

Let me nurse em back  
Med floors 
Yeah where the AED
Cuz I got my degree
These niggas been my son 
tryna score 
 SAT

Are u Nicole kidding me? 
I got the black tents 
Karl largerfeld 
Money so ill 3k
That’s ok 
Now it’s bombs away 
Niggas mad bc I came to win 
here to stay 


(Back to chorus)

I need old money 
Old old go get that old money 
Yogi Bears really don’t want that smoke 
Suck a dick nigga 
choke nigha

Mari in Moscow

Produced enrgy beats 

Written and engineered by Mariko


I mention you
You up and down 
Clicking like a
 kitten heel 

Bitch I been the shit 
Billin Clint 
Hill couldn’t deal 

Yeah yeah yeah
What they say 
See the intensity 


Yeah yeah yeah
they couldn’t take 
That’s 
Why they dissing me


Got they Head over the hills
Bout some streams 
Where ya big bills 
Bitch I been Real 
Bitch I been eating 
wipe lips with the napkin 
Bitch I been cleaning 
Kill the roaches 
Get my zaps in
Had to level up 
Yeah I tapped in 
Me and my bitches 
Is Good Halle berry 
Baps in 

feet up they ass
Somebody call Angela 
Bitches waiting to exhale
ain’t got no stamina 

Hos is blind if they thinking 
They the best 
Of course I had to walk around 
With the “S” up on my chest 


I been 
wearing the game 
like a ribbed up cardigan 
Bitches talk face
Can I please see your 
card again 
Fuck I look like lol 
Word to musé
I don’t stress
Just blessed
Never blown a fuse

Chorus:

Grab ya glocks 
When ya hear Mari 
Fuck around u get shot got em 
Still won’t smoke 
Bitch keep puffin 
My real nighas in the cut yea yk they totin 


Bitches really don’t own no mother fucking miu miu 
See me in my Barbie race car 
 Going zoom zoom

I’m the one they looking for 
Like uma killed bill
Bitches needa s t f u 
And just really get real 

You a big deal
But I’m the real deal 
Bitch you a big dill
Van Holtons 
Got my dick up in ya mouth 
 can’t hold it 
Look at the veins 
Up on that ho’
The way it’s bulgin 


This that perc 30 flow 
I suggest that you let it heal
Go and see a therapist if 
this what it to get real 

(Chorus) 

Uh 

I’m such a ki right 
this that push to start though
They need the keys right
But ain’t get far no
Plan b right? 
Go ask ya mom ho 

How you wanna rap but you 
can’t even change a flow
running round these nighas 
Like my name is flo jo 

got the game in a 
 head lock 
 Check the resume 
These bitches
Got a crush on me 
The way 
they edging me 

A Bitch always looking mad 
but it’s just the edge in me

Everything I do purposely 
Yeah Fuck an aesthetic 
Thinking shit sweet 
Get poked 
Capillary 

Why these goofy ass niggas 
Always capping heavy 

Question exclamation  
Thats some punctuation 

These hos is over bearin 
I ain’t talking no samedi though
Where I’m from 
Nighas throwing 
sets for they city ho’


This that one in a million 
I see these nighas change 
Stripes like a chameleon
I’m the ether 
#shetherrrrrrr 
Got it running like clock work 
They shaking seizure 
We don’t do the sneak disses 
We don’t do tales(tail)
Bitches want the aux(ox)but 
They only read Brail

I mean da money mari 
The black Madonna
The hex b 
That’s sexy 
Yes I write the checks b
Why they wanna test me 
Only wanna vex me 

I got my gunny 
I got money 
I mean I got

PERC30

Produced by lonelysuperstar 

Written and engineered by Mariko

 Chorus:

Bust open 
For a ho pin 
Got these nighas mad 
They hulk hogan 

Finna show my ass
Finna make some cash 

Got em watchin me 
I got em open 

pop one I
Pop pop Gunner
Hit the click n blast on these nighas they get done up


(Uh)
This not that regular regular
This that pristine 
spend it at the back of mall
Now I got em shitting 

That pussy got no mileage 
On it 
Bonita apple bum on 
these nighas 
This that shaheed Muhammad 
I got that coming coming 
Over better Roger that 
I shoot a shot at these nighas
Yeah this that click and blast 
Heard you was on yo ass
I got the hall pass 
Assam alaikum 
To That nigga 
gotta dash 

(Chorus)


Look at my fit 
Bum bitches making me 
Sick 
Finna mortal kombat
Niggas
Better watch out 
When you see me
Ball my fist 

I’m the holy grail 
Yes I’m the chalice 
And I’m sitting pretty 
I’m my fucking palace 

I can’t help it 
Imma groovy bitch 
I Got them throwing ass 
In clubs
This a grooovy mix 
Can you get me my bottle 
of Hennessy 
And after that 
Gimme shots of the rosé

(Chorus)

HAchi #sexxyplug

Produced mazemdevol 

Written and engineered by Mariko

I’m such a masochist 
The way I let the Patek drip 
I see them hammering 
These really bitches 
Need some validation 
Look at the statuses 
ain’t bulging 
Ain’t no hesitation 

I told u bitches stop 
Making all them kiddy bops 
I do diddy bop on bitches 
No clear navigation 

I got these hos 
Throwing pussy
 it’s a celebration 

Everyday my birthday 
P-rap gone and 
bless the nation 


Chorus: 

Might catch a charge 
If u testing me 
Commit a homy 
Can u pls stop persuing Me 
I let the body hit the floor 
This is a felony 
I know them niggas 
Running work in the bayou 
You taking shit 
I might let them 
gone and
Buy you 



We burn the finger prints 
They can’t come in and find u 
Got em eating out my pussy 
Like a midnight snack 
Everytime we hit the bed 
It’s a midnight fest
I be feeling like vampira
Got midnight freak on 

Two ass cheeks out the thong 
That’s a Bing Bong 

Said the way the pussy growl 
Is the theme song 

Got my legs up 
In the air 
We thumping 
Ding dong

I’m that one of kind 
I’m that one of a mind 
I’m so god intertwined 
Got em pressing rewind
All my 
Songs really jams 
And my songs really slam
This that 
Yes Sam I am
This that 
Green eggs
That ham

(Chorus)

Got my foot on they necks 
Every line 
I never cap
All these bitches is busuda 
Wear like a SnapBack 
See u screenshotting pics 

Don’t make me go snap snap 
See u talk all that shit  
don’t make me snap that 

(Chorus)

BUYoU

Written and engineered by Mariko

Chorus:
Big body 
Goat 
New body 
Coked 
These nighas 
Smoked 
Medusa 
Stare 
This that 
There 
Sit back
Chair 


I’m hot 
Steak Philly 
Make money
I’m illy 
I bust a shot up out the cannon 
Get it BUSSIN really 

Bitch I still 
get bread
Pita 
way 
three strikes 
No lines 
Adida way 

They wanted new shit so 
I brought the encore 
I see u bitches niggas 
Fuck I gotta act blind for 
Put the ricks on 
Throw 
Some bricks um
Put yo bitch on 

(Chorus)


You can find in the vip 
Wat they smoking on 
We ain’t selling out 
Always got the chirpers on 
And if you get stupid 
Then we cut the clippers on 
Kawhi Leonard 
Did you niggas even get her 
I got bars 
Like when nigga need a bail out
I got bars 
Hold on 
Let me pull thecell out 
Is ringing 
Tell them 
Nighas Bring the bells out 


I just hopped out the motherfucking mazi 
They be looking for me 
But they cannot find me 
Imma vet up in this bitch 
Kamikaze 
Bitches lack brands 
You ain’t one of a kind 
B’
2030 
Imma take the Super Bowl 
Every tongue that
Speak before me
Death 
Funeral 

I know they mad 
Cuz they couldn’t 
Get the final laugh 
Ain’t sad 
4 disses 
Going out bad 

Got these bitches 
Catfishing 
And that’s even sad 
Keep out ya stupid beefs 
And go get a bag 

I wish a nigga 
Would jump 
Cuz imma handle that 

(Chorus)

Still repping that 
p-rap 
Sexxy plug 
Ain’t no freeze tap 
Sxylk told me 
Eat that 
billy goat 
Fuck a silly ho 
Nighas mad
That’s why they always broke 
I ain’t never need a cheat code
Shark boots
With the peak coat 
iPhone got the pink coat 
Ring ring
Opp
Deep throat 

Glocks out 
Fuck the press say 
12 floor like I’m Jessie (Jessay)

We ain’t kin 
Fuck a ese 
Get u boxed up 
Urn 
T-shirt no pannies 
Got ya momma crying to ya granny 
Had 2 splat a bitch like mayonnaise 

(Chorus)

Sxylk, Mariko - GOD S3ND Remix

Lyrics🎀

Chorus:
Opps is out
Got no beef with bitches 
who live in a drought 
Clocks is out 
I can spit a rhyme that leave 
A n**** spout 

They watching now 
Grab em by the eyes 
like they reading a book 
Holy Spirit reigning on these n*****
like i’m Virgin Mary 

Fye Fye 

Bleed a n****
Judas call that Bloody Mary 
precipitation
Let it rain on me
The money stay on me


(Chorus)
You can’t outdo the doer 
even if you was shitting in pots 
Bitches get to chit chattin’
and thinking they changing 
The plot

Switch rhymes like I’m Hannah 
This Montana 
I’m clearing you n*****
Dior on my body keep it hot 
Ain’t no fearing you n****

And I know when I’m on the beat 
I give em’ boners
The obsession be so real
They can’t leave me loners 
How the fuck they think I’m serious is what’s so curious 
Penny pinching bitches know they furious 
they hearing this 

I don’t give a fuck
I shake it up just like a nutri-bullet
I can give a fuck if any bitch 
Think they moving like fluid 
Sailor Senshi put feet on you bitches now you looking stupid
Imma kill these n***** like Hanni-
Banana
Slip into it
I jelly ya donut 
These bitches 
They some opportunist 
Tell them hos’ to head 
back to the board like 
they cartoonist 
Cause every time they look 
So Miserable 
Thinking they do it
Wether I’m the same bitch 
still the same bitch 
So congruent 

(Chorus)

I’m so abundant 
Bitch my money grow in bundles 
If they think it’s touch down then the shit is really fumble 
If I tell a nigga do it 
He gone do it 
I’m so humble 
All these bitches like some bees 
All they really do is bumble 

Yea Yea 

Once they hear this song I know 
These bitches wanna mumble 
If even we made you wouldn’t change you’d just crumble 
I can’t make a snake shed it’s skin 
I’m so eve flip the world pandora 
Bitches tugging on my sleeve 

Wrist on wet tee
Why these bitches envy 
Im so slick slick slick
Why they hatin’ on me

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