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Mamba Mode
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Lancey Foux
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Nothin' clickin' Nothin' feels like it's hittin' Mamba mode, my n***a Mamba mode, my n***a Nothin' clickin' (I can't even lie) Nothin' feels like it's hittin' (I can't even lie) Mamba mode, get out your feelings (I can't even lie) Mamba mode, get out your feelings (I can't even lie) Time be tickin' (Ayy) Only the finest that we be whippin' (Ayy) Mamba mode, my n***a Mamba mode, my n***a (I can't even lie, uh) I'm sippin' on pineapple Taste like a sponge and a snail, yeah They're feedin' the linebacker Catchin' the rock, Odell, yeah I strengthen my mind back up How the hell can I fail? Yeah Giants collidin', come out the biggest one there I go 'til its time up, then I keep goin' again You gotta decide if you think they really care Money all in my eyelids, I can't sleep again Weigh myself, it's a Midas, I don't need no friends I don't cheat to twin, that's just how it is Chop-chop-chop me a ten Stop-stop-stop me, I dare you I got my demons fearful and I never look in my rear-view Face your fears, nowhere that you can disappear to Sittin', I'm listenin', but I'm sorry, I ain't even hear you I tote the pistol like John Gotti, not his nephew runnin' through my blood, it's like I'm dead The devil comin' for me, I told him I'm ready
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