Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Be Madd, artist - Ralo. Album song Diary of the Streets 3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.02.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: FAMERICA
Song language: English
Don't Be Madd |
Yeah, Famgoon, Boosie Badazz |
I’d be mad too |
I drop the top on the bitch, 60k on my wrist |
And if you talking 'bout money, put my name on that list |
I give my a kiss, but I ain’t kissing no |
Don’t ever shoot and you miss, 'cause if you miss that’s your life |
I spent a million on jewelry, I spent a million on cars |
I spent two million for Pakistan, that shit from Akhbar |
Every dollar I get, I break that shit down to new |
I never with a crew, I look out for my niggas |
They gonna make shit on straight, I tell 'em eat and you ate |
Don’t ever tell me you love me, I know that love turn to hate |
They ask me why I keep rapping bitch I got something to say |
And if you ain’t here to help me then get yo' ass out my way |
I’d be mad too, yeah, I’d be mad (shit, you know, if I was broke as fuck I’d be |
mad at him) |
I’d be mad too (shit, if I ain’t had nothing going on like he ain’t got nothing |
going on, I’d be mad at him) |
I’d be mad, yeah |
I know that they was sure we doing bad I know I made them mad |
They know I keep a pocket full of cash I’m never chasing that |
They know I keep them shooters with me they will never catch me slip |
The police come to fuck my whip, they wanna give me a ticket, yeah |
(Boosie Badazz) |
Oh you mad, well nigga look |
I’m a gangster, I’m a crook |
Shoot you down in broad daylight, I don’t play by the book |
My wrist look like the chandeliers in Tyler Perry’s house |
Stomp you, I’ll deal with it later, we gon' take the scary route |
Bitches see me and they shout, they love that dick, they cumming |
Why you mad, you could fuck the same hoes you was giving some money |
Get out your feelings, sweating my dick won’t make you no millions |
I’d probably be mad if I couldn’t take care of my children, rock all you bitches |
But the shoe’s, on the other feet, remember you can’t fuck with me |
Every nigga 'round me got bodies, I’m talking two or three |
Ralo we got guapo and these rap niggas ain’t you or me |
We put it in they face so they can see |
I’d be mad too, yeah, I’d be mad (shit, you know, if I was broke as fuck I’d be |
mad at him) |
I’d be mad too, yeah (shit, if I ain’t had nothing going on like he ain’t got |
nothing going on, I’d be mad at him) |
I know that they was sure we doing bad I know I made them mad |
They know I keep a pocket full of cash I’m never chasing that |
They know I keep them shooters with me they will never catch me slip |
The police come to fuck my whip, they wanna give me a ticket |
Old mad ass nigga you stressing I know you mad as fuck |
I just turned a bitch down in the club and she was bad as fuck |
Don’t look at my wrist that bitch gon' make a nigga eye hurt |
Ahk shit, we poppin' shit, but never poppin' fireworks |
I walked inside the club and I hurt these niggas feelings yeah |
If I fuck your bitch, she gon' finally fuck a millionaire |
I’m the type of nigga, fuck a bitch, just to say I fucked her |
She can say I lied and shit, but she can never say I loved her |
She can never take back that day that she sucked this dick, yeah |
And I can never take back that day that I paid her rent, yeah |
I know that nigga mad as fuck, your bitch |
I ain’t ever ran for no man, I ran and bagged her |
I’d be mad too, yeah, I’d be mad (shit, you know, if I was broke as fuck I’d be |
mad at him) |
I’d be mad too, yeah (shit, if I ain’t had nothing going on like he ain’t got |
nothing going on, I’d be mad at him) |
I know that they was sure we doing bad I know I made them mad |
They know I keep a pocket full of cash I’m never chasing that |
They know I keep them shooters with me they will never catch me slip |
The police come to fuck my whip, they wanna give me a ticket, yeah |