Lyrics:
SonaOne
Yeah,
Yo it’s a late night, real late David Letterman,
I can name you any strain, yo I’m a veteran,
Like the King Kush, my reign will never end,
Smokin’ like monsoon, my rain just never ends,
Smell the Cheddar cheese, (?) needs some airway,
Quarter rounds butt got you lookin’ like a scared bitch,
Gotcha passed out, you’re a toy like a Bearbrick,
And I be smashed out manipulatin’ snare kicks,
I need the mango for my mental conviction,
I am sick and here’s a bunch of instrumentals to listen,
Whenever the sense of (?) has entered my system,
I’m like a cannibal soldier that will set on a mission,
I throw down, overpower any sober coward,
Claim to smoke a pound of sour deeper and as dope as ours,
Fuck around and get your eggs scrambled,
Never get entangled, we gettin’ twisted on the illest mango,
[lyrics was taken from http://www.lyrics.my/artists/sonaone/lyrics/mango-ft-karmal] Chorus
Karmal
Uh.. Karmal,
Another beautiful day, still her and have a (?)
Still got so many to say, some haters need to be straight,
Consolidate with them fucks, don’t say nothing to me face,
Flow FAM we puttin’ it down, check out the skills when we blaze,
Step with a new feelin’, or with the FAM killin’,
Smoking and just chillin’, recording just illin’,
Packed in my (? Millens) just sprawling outta control,
But nothing comes between me, and the sticky mango,
You know we still got it, the fire in the oven,
Bitches be stalkin’ us, the want the superlovin’,
Fly high and taking trips, straight into outer space,
Ey you can join me, we make it our space,
But let me let you know, something that you should know,
Don’t get me wrong though, turn down that hugeo,
Baby you’re number two, can never be the one,
And I’ll get back to you, after this mango’s done.
Chorus
Yeah,
Yo it’s a late night, real late David Letterman,
I can name you any strain, yo I’m a veteran,
Like the King Kush, my reign will never end,
Smokin’ like monsoon, my rain just never ends,
Smell the Cheddar cheese, (?) needs some airway,
Quarter rounds butt got you lookin’ like a scared bitch,
Gotcha passed out, you’re a toy like a Bearbrick,
And I be smashed out manipulatin’ snare kicks,
I need the mango for my mental conviction,
I am sick and here’s a bunch of instrumentals to listen,
Whenever the sense of (?) has entered my system,
I’m like a cannibal soldier that will set on a mission,
I throw down, overpower any sober coward,
Claim to smoke a pound of sour deeper and as dope as ours,
Fuck around and get your eggs scrambled,
Never get entangled, we gettin’ twisted on the illest mango,
[lyrics was taken from http://www.lyrics.my/artists/sonaone/lyrics/mango-ft-karmal] Chorus
Karmal
Uh.. Karmal,
Another beautiful day, still her and have a (?)
Still got so many to say, some haters need to be straight,
Consolidate with them fucks, don’t say nothing to me face,
Flow FAM we puttin’ it down, check out the skills when we blaze,
Step with a new feelin’, or with the FAM killin’,
Smoking and just chillin’, recording just illin’,
Packed in my (? Millens) just sprawling outta control,
But nothing comes between me, and the sticky mango,
You know we still got it, the fire in the oven,
Bitches be stalkin’ us, the want the superlovin’,
Fly high and taking trips, straight into outer space,
Ey you can join me, we make it our space,
But let me let you know, something that you should know,
Don’t get me wrong though, turn down that hugeo,
Baby you’re number two, can never be the one,
And I’ll get back to you, after this mango’s done.
Chorus