| Ooh I don’t need y’all either
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| Ooh don’t wanna talk about it
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| Ooh like I don’t, like I don’t know nobody
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| Like I don’t know nobody
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| I guess I don’t
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| Oh you mad, huh?
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| Oh you mad, huh?
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| Oh you mad, huh?
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| Uh-oh, uh-oh, she gon' be mad right? |
| Ain’t that too bad, right?
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| Wanna catch that cab, right? |
| Take back that bag, right?
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| I guess that she just gon' go buy herself that purse, that purse
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| I guess that she just gon' go swipe, buy her self-worth, that’s cold
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| Now I’m the villain, nah really I’m just chillin'
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| Tryna stack these 20s, 50s, hundreds, millions, to the ceilin'
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| Mary, Mary all I need: pussy, money, weed
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| And all my women in doubles, I’m at the DoubleTree
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| All I hear hoes callin' out wildin', on the road like every day
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| We everywhere, any day and anywhere that the money say
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| No questions, no questions please, just on your knees
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| Blow, don’t sneeze, bitch shut up, don’t breathe
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| Gasp, on the gas, 'til I crash, autopsy said that nigga mashed
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| All praise to Allah, not Ramadan but these bitches fast
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| Fuck in the party, pull up her skirt, then skrrr
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| Who her? |
| I forgot her name
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| Ooh like I don’t, like I don’t know nobody
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| Ooh like I don’t, like I don’t know nobody
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| Ooh like, ooh like I don’t know nobody
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| Like I don’t know nobody, like I don’t know nobody
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| Oh you mad, huh?
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| I guess I don’t
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| Oh you mad, huh?
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| Oh you mad, huh?
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| Oh you mad, huh?
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| There go another lawsuit
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| In court so much, man I should’ve went to law school
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| Everybody brawlin', it was all cool
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| 'Til I hit the bartender with the barstool
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| I don’t fuck with fake dudes wearin' fake Trues
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| I just talked to 2 Chainz and he said, «TRUUU!»
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| I feel like MJ, I’m in his shoes
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| I’m talkin' Montell Jordan, this is how we do
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| Bust a nigga head and then I lay low
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| These niggas ass-water, get the Drano
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| She ain’t really bad, she a photo thot
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| I should hire this bitch, she so damn good at Photoshop
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| That Lexapro got me drowsy, then a heart attack
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| I think they finally think got me where they want me at
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| I got 700 emails in my inbox
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| What that mean? |
| I ain’t callin' nobody back
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| Ooh like I don’t, like I don’t know nobody
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| Ooh like I don’t, like I don’t know nobody
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| Ooh like, ooh like I don’t know nobody
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| Like I don’t know nobody, like I don’t know nobody
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| I guess I don’t
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| Oh you mad, huh?
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| Oh you mad, huh?
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| Oh you mad, huh?
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| I be catchin' too many stares this evening
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| God-fearin' but God knows I’m on a roll
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| At the Louvre in Paris, still be on the block like the corner store
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| Ain’t my fault you ain’t the man, made a plan, man it was planned
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| They sleeping on me like long flights, I pop a Xan on the way to France
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| Paparazzi like, «Oh that’s him!», pour that gin, let’s get faded
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| Drinkin' like it’s no tomorrow, what’s today? |
| I’m in the Matrix
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| Hater, please let me live my life, swear to God I be tryna do right
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| But if she bad I might hit a bitch in the elevator like Ray Rice
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| Uh, y’all pay the price, I pay the difference, it’s just different
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| SAVEMONEY, ain’t nothin' different, gunshots and jumpin' fences
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| Hold on, I’m tryna get loose, please don’t get shit confused
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| Ask Don C, I’ve been lit, this 'Ye shit just lit the fuse
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| Now I’m on fire, everybody go quiet (shh)
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| Like where was you last week? |
| My nigga the fuck was you hidin'?
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| Like I was laying on my arm, I’m on my side
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| South side, I’m down to start a riot
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| Ooh like I don’t, like I don’t know nobody
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| Ooh like I don’t, like I don’t know nobody
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| Ooh like, ooh like I don’t know nobody
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| Like I don’t know nobody, like I don’t know nobody
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| Oh you mad, huh?
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| I guess I don’t
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| Oh you mad, huh?
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| Oh you mad, huh?
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| Oh you mad, huh? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song U Mad , by - Victor Kwesi Mensah. Song from the album U MAD / VENDETTA, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп