| You mad? |
| too bad
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| I’m with a bad bitch with a new ass
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| I’m hot as Summers, you can ask Susan
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| I been had bands since Duran Duran, muthafucka
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| You mad? |
| Cause you last
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| My bitch pussy feel like new land
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| Two Xans, a few grams
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| I’m gettin' money, spend it on new ramps, you mad?
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| Hot boy Turk fuckin' with hot boy Tunechi
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| Free my nigga Jeezy, beaches and a doobie
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| Word on the street and the pen, I’m a nuisance
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| Shoot a nigga sober while he under the influence
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| Hey, you niggas mad, cuz I bubble like Jacuzzi
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| I do not recall if the judge wanna accuse me
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| Mad, cuz I’m passin' past you niggas like «excuse me»
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| Got a bitch nigga turnin' red, call him ruby
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| Yeah, I’m back in this muthafucka
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| Young T get sauce leakin' in this muthafucka
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| Leave a nigga reekin' in a muthafucka
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| Back like surprise, no peekin' in this muthafucka
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| They mad cuz I ain’t doin' bad
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| Hot boy don’t want no problem, I just want my cash
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| But if you wanna go to war, I got my solider rag
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| Mad cuz I’m solid and you niggas plaid
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| Caitlyn Jenner, man, these niggas changin' faces
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| Take 'em to school and I’m stuntin' on the whole class
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| My bitch get mad at me every time I cum fast
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| I tell her that what she get for tryna come last
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| Then eat the pussy like a Kit-Kat
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| Playin' with my money, get your kid 'napped
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| On the road doin' shows if ya lookin' for me
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| These niggas hate me, they just mad cuz they bitches love me
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| You mad? |
| too bad
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| I’m with a bad bitch with a new ass
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| I’m hot as Summers, you can ask Susan
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| I been have bands since Duran Duran muthafucka
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| You mad? |
| Cuz you last
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| My bitch pussy feel like new land
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| Two Xans, a few grams
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| I’m gettin' money, spend it on some new rims, you mad?
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| You muddy ass cup, chubby ass blunt
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| They love me and some of 'em wealthy and handsome
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| Got a pop star cutie with a popcorn booty and she star in movies
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| I’m that hot boy Tunechi, I’m a martian
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| Martian, haters make me nauseous
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| I’m in this bitch with Turk, we yellin', «Free Christopher Dorsey»
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| My niggas move weight like Kelly Clarkson, they awesome
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| Never let the feds get close like a scorpion
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| Bitches takin' portraits, why they in my fortress?
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| Now wifey gettin' mad, I’m like «ma', they not important»
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| Niggas gettin' mad lookin' like they smellin' horse shit
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| But they never start shit, that’s some clever-smart shit
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| Dirty money washin', countin' till exhaustion
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| Weed so fire, it gotta be arson
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| Roaches in the ash tray, they probably need Orkin
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| Niggas say check me, he lied and he forged it
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| Martian, martian around the world I orbit
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| I’m lookin' for a bitch to get it on with like Marvin
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| She said it’s gonna cost me, I told her «bitch get off me»
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| Her stripper name diamonds, her real name Swarovski
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| These niggas minor, me I’m just hierarchy
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| Shoot the whole car up, and still don’t hit the car seat
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| You dead yet? |
| You mad yet?
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| Beat a pussy nigga up and now my hands wet
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| You mad? |
| too bad
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| I’m with a bad bitch with a new ass
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| I’m hot as Summers, you can ask Susan
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| I been have bands since Duran Duran, muthafucka
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| You mad? |
| Cuz you last
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| My bitch pussy feel like new land
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| Two Xans, a few grams
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| I’m gettin' money, spend it on some new rims, you mad? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song You Mad Yet , by - Lil Wayne. Song from the album Get Money Stay Real Volume 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп