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| I know ya mad, I-I-I know ya mad
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| I-I-I know ya mad, I know ya mad
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| I know ya mad, I know ya mad
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| I know ya mad, I know ya mad
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| I know ya mad cause you hate that I’m not doin bad
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| Yeah I’m feelin great and I know they wanna hate
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| Cause they hate to see me eatin shrimp and steak
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| Yeah I know ya mad
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| I’m a demonstrate, how to deal with all the hate
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| While I’m reppin for my city and my state
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| I-I-I know ya mad
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| You know I’m chasin a milli (that's right), reppin my city (that's right)
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| Life is a gamble, I told my city just give me them dice, been gettin scrilli
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| Back in your city like «give me that twice»
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| Stay gettin cake and I know they hate I won’t give 'em a slice
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| Up in the mornin, got them customers callin
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| I’m a hustler-holic, call me up and I’m on it
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| Stack them Barack Obamas, stuff 'em up in my wallet
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| Yeah the car right behind me was way too much but I bought it (to make ya mad)
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| I-I-I know ya mad, every one of my whips is bad
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| Like Cam and Dash told Bill O’Reilly — ya mad
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| How you get mad? |
| You see me grindin and holdin cash
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| You think I slept with ya mama and went and told ya dad
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| I-I-I know ya mad, that’s why you mad at night
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| All you do is gossip, so I’m the reason you have a life
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| You can’t compete with my fleet, so go pick a better fight
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| Got so many cars, I couldn’t track 'em all with a satellite (hey!)
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| You see them swangers pokin, you see my trunk is open
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| Versace locin, hopin that I’m gon' end up broke and
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| I really hope you jokin, what type of dope you smokin
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| You text message in exclamations to show emotion (ha)
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| It takes a playa to know a playa, so let me greet ya
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| Welcome to «The Land Of The Trill», I’m happy to meet ya
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| Bun Beeder the trill O.G. |
| and not in the makin (makin)
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| You see this dough that I be takin and the broads' that I’m breakin (breakin)
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| We be bringin home the bacon, ain’t no fakin over here though (here though)
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| Get mine in 2009 without dressin like a weirdo (weirdo)
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| It’s real off in these streets but I don’t never show no fear though
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| And it’s still «UGK 4 Life», in case it wasn’t clear bro
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| Funny when you got nothin, nobody really cares
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| Like you don’t even exist (huh), it’s like you was never there (fo' real)
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| But soon as you get some bread, they lookin at you sideways
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| Askin 'bout a shortcut and if you got some side plays
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| Tell 'em «naw, it’s hard work» (what?), they swear you lyin
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| And then you got to start the case, pleadin and denyin
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| Man you ain’t got to explain yourself, don’t tell 'em playa, show 'em (show 'em)
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| Then keep it movin G and act like you don’t even know 'em
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| That’s what’s up
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| The hood love me baby (let's go), I’m puttin it down
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| I get love from ladies, they love that I shine (woo!)
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| I be hustlin daily, I stay gettin mine
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| So congratulate me (let's go) or hate me now
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| Middle finger up to the industry, every person I pass is shady
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| Said I ain’t commercial enough, my label still have to pay me
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| Fakers is fallin off (yeah), realness would gravitate me
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| My +Wheels+ is of +Fortune+, yeah Vanna White should congratulate me
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| She find out my worth and the pretty woman gon' have to hate me
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| Flirted with money, did it so well, that it had to date me
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| Police done got madder later, they see me and had to chase me
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| Trunk beatin so hard, pedestrians losin they balance baby
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| Pencil’s a Desert Eagle, promise my lead is lethal
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| No we ain’t equal, that’s right, I’m hotter than desert people
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| Wallet’s a scary movie, stackin the root of evil
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| Come back tomorrow, my bank deposit gon' get a sequel
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| I-I-I know ya mad |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Know Ya Mad , by - Chamillionaire. Song from the album Mixtape Messiah 7, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп