Super Malio

Nintendo, Crescendo
Nintendo, Crescendo

Red hat, super rad
Driving crazy, super bad
Drop it low, pick it up
Poppin' bottles in the club
1 show, 1 name, 1 life, 1 game
Super Malio I run this bitch
Radio magnificence

Uh, I'm the boss
Y-y-you already lost
Man I'm speeding down the runway
While you're sleeping in the loft
And I'm sipping lemonade
With my black Versace shades
You don't fuck with Super Malio
I'm fighting with grenades

You stay in the back
Keep it quiet while I rap
I be servin' out my engine to the chickens on the track
Now this must be quite exhausting and I'd almost say it's boring
Winning every race, no competition
While you just watching

I am kinda fabulous
And sorta perfect
I can't help it

Red hat, super rad
Driving crazy, super bad
Drop it low, pick it up
Poppin' bottles in the club
1 show, 1 name, 1 life, 1 game
Super Malio I run this bitch
Radio magnificence

Radio magnificence
Rocket-sci intelligence
I'm like 50 million and you about a 2 cents
Screaming fans I see
Damn, they must be here for me
I'm a fucking classic and I'm sure that you'd agree

Bounce on the flo'
M-m-mash it up some mo'
Call a couple drinks so you can watch me down 'em both
Cuz I own this place
I got guns and I got grace
If you slippin' I might accidently shoot you in the face

I'm fucking crazy
But I call it art
I don't know

Red hat, super rad
Driving crazy, super bad
Drop it low, pick it up
Poppin' bottles in the club
1 show, 1 name, 1 life, 1 game
Super Malio I run this bitch
Radio magnificence

Tearing up the track
Drinking Malibu and Jack
Wind is in the hair
Put your lighters in the air

Tearing up the track
Drinking Malibu and Jack
Wind is in the hair
Put your lighters in the air

Tearing up the track
Drinking Malibu and Jack
Wind is in the hair
Put your lighters in the air

Tearing up the track
Drinking Malibu and Jack
Wind is in the hair
Put your lighters in the air

I own it
I said I fucking own it
Don't back me say it again
Oh, you already know

Bitch