笨小笨Mandarin (Explicit)歌词由Yo Gotti&Rich Homie Quan演唱，出自专辑《I Showed U So (Explicit)》，下面是《Mandarin (Explicit)》完整版歌词！
Mandarin (Explicit)歌词完整版
Mandarin (Explicit) - Yo Gotti/Rich Homie Quan
Lyrics by：Mario Mims/Dequantes Lamar/June James/Darryon Aaron Bunton/Bokyu Kim
Chopstick Benihana
Main a ten been a hundred
PSD lot of trauma
Angel wings sad mamas
Chopstick Taliban
Chinese plug Mandarin
Lie to me once nigga you lost trust you had a chance
In the hood we don't call 'em
AKs boy we call 'em chopsticks
In the hood we don't call 'em
AKs boy we call 'em chopsticks
In the hood we don't call 'em
AKs boy we call 'em chopsticks
In the hood we don't call 'em
AKs boy we call 'em chopsticks
Rose Patek leather band
'Member my first thousand grams
They was taxin' twenty four
Now I'm payin' Uncle Sam
Street nigga different bracket
Twenty mill' paid in taxes
Tryna get a B **** a hundred mill'
So I can't be relaxin'
Malibu Nobu chauffer but them chopsticks on me
Soho been me CEO that street **** in me
Break it down bag it up
Money counter add it up
Twenty year run but I ain't had enough
Them 'p***y niggas still mad at us
Yeah we don't call 'em AKs they chopsticks
Home of the triple 'cross we call that a plot twist
This rap **** saved me
'Weed plug Asian
Gotti you ridin' in a Cullinan with a Drac' boy you crazy
Chopstick Benihana
Main a ten been a hundred
PSD lot of trauma
Angel wings sad mamas
Chopstick Taliban
Chinese plug Mandarin
Lie to me once nigga you lost trust you had a chance
In the hood we don't call 'em
AKs boy we call 'em chopsticks
In the hood we don't call 'em
AKs boy we call 'em chopsticks
In the hood we don't call 'em
AKs boy we call 'em chopsticks
In the hood we don't call 'em
We call 'em chopsticks
Eighty three thousand for the new teeth got a nigga smiling
Check the ***** car fast
'Cause a lot of 'hoes got mileage
The DEA must've brought a skillet
'Cause the judge want to fry me
I put that **** on every day so RIP my stylist
Mama said that money startin' to odor boy it's smellin' ayy
And I know I'm walkin' proof
You can't make money
As a felon Nah
They selfish
Niggas I looked up to now they jealous
Chopstick hit your spine and your pelvis oh fah fah fah
High school I was poppin' I would never walk to school
Got the chopstick in my bookbag I ain't talkin' 'bout no food
Paper in my bookbag too I'm lookin' for space
I'm at that restaurant in Buckhead
Where they cook it in your face
Chopstick Benihana
Main a ten been a hundred
PSD lot of trauma
Angel wings sad mamas
Chopstick Taliban
Chinese plug Mandarin
Lie to me once nigga you lost trust you had a chance
In the hood we don't call 'em
AKs boy we call 'em chopsticks
In the hood we don't call 'em
AKs boy we call 'em chopsticks
In the hood we don't call 'em
AKs boy we call 'em chopsticks
In the hood we don't call 'em
AKs boy we call 'em chopsticks
Chopsticks
Chopsticks
Chopsticks
Chopsticks
