Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mamba Mode , by - Suave SinatraRelease date: 18.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Mamba Mode |
| Nothin' clickin' |
| Nothin' feels like it’s hittin' |
| Mamba mode, my nigga |
| Mamba mode, my nigga |
| 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 nigga |
| Mamba mode, my nigga (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 |
| 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 nigga (I can’t lie) |
| Mamba mode, my nigga (I can’t even lie) |
| Ruthless |
| From early, you don’t play dirty |
| Damn, all that winnin', man |
| You niggas ain’t worthy |
| I see you tryna find ways to hurt me |
| Went back and trained again, got my leverage up |
| M-I-A, where we fell in love |
| A-L-I, Muhammad, butterfly |
| 100 nights |
| All hours of the night, we be goin' |
| My arms, they be still, I keep on rollin' |
| Passion and timin' |
| If you always improvin' |
| Yeah, that’s why we improvin' |
| Cause I be improvin' |
| Hours of the night, I be goin' |
| , we be goin' |