Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Madden Flow, artist - Pardison Fontaine. Date of issue: 07.03.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Madden Flow |
| Yeah, look |
| Fuck them niggas though, let 'em die slow |
| Fuck them, look |
| I been in the studio for 80 hours |
| I missed birthdays and baby showers |
| I wish I could do everything I want |
| And be everywhere at once, but I need crazy powers |
| Watch when you get the light, those are shady hours |
| That’s when niggas start poppin' out the woodwork |
| You know they want a favor when they ask you, «Is you good?» |
| first |
| I tell them, «Piss off» |
| I’m tryna make an album so good that everyone involved gon' be rich off |
| Mama love could go and pay the crib off |
| Never been an exit, where the fuck them niggas get off? |
| I am the original, the sequel and the spin off |
| How the fuck y’all gon' flex on me with some shit that I lent y’all? |
| When I shoot, I catch a body and knock a limb off |
| Boy, you a worker, not a bi-doss |
| This is not a street you wanna cri-doss |
| This is the flow that had the kid up in Khaled’s crib with the kicks off |
| So… let them niggas starve, let them niggas starve, yeah, yeah |
| If he die, he die, he ain’t one of us |
| I just go, get the ball, go a hundred yards |
| Niggas know, Madden flow, I don’t punt at all, nigga |
| You know how niggas play Madden, it be like 4th and 35 and niggas still goin' |
| for it |
| Nigga, that’s me, boy, I ain’t never puntin', I’ma always go for it, nigga |
| Come up with this Hail Mary or somethin', I’ma make a play, watch |
| Yeah, he a bitch and every nigga that’s with him ain’t shit, though |
| Every time I miss a call, I was fuckin' |
| You don’t wanna see me end up with nothin' |
| Jump to conclusions, come up with somethin' |
| Question every girl that’s in my circumference |
| You question shit like you Wonder Woman |
| You gotta, stop believin' everything that you feel |
| And just 'cause you think it don’t mean that it’s real |
| Shit, I need an apology |
| You always bringin' out this side of me |
| You act like bein' with you is hittin' the lottery |
| To the point where seein' your tears don’t even bother me |
| You count my mistakes like they calories and point 'em out to me |
| You so busy tryna catch me in the wrong you 'posed to be lookin' out for me |
| Fuck be goin' on? |
| You drunk off the Sutter Home |
| Not right now, not while I’m in the zone |
| Don’t you see a nigga out here tryna get this shit off? |
| City got a ceilin' on it, tryna get the lid off |
| Next, I’m too close for fake friends and new folks |
| Or old ones that said, «I'ma help» and blew smoke |
| I should’ve been cut 'em off, but they cheated death |
| Now I respond to their phone calls via text |
| Why they wanna do the most when they need it less? |
| They say, «Yo, it’s been a minute», I’ma need a sec |
| Thought I been cut 'em off, but they cheated death |
| Watch folks do the most when you need 'em less |