| Yeah
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| Maddie is a baddie I just never told her
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| I’ll trade in her Cadi for a new Rover
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| If I lived in Cali I’d tell her come over
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| I’m far away sadly, it’s all good I’ll call her
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| I’ll tell her to pack her bags, she’s flyin' out
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| She just left her man I guess we’ll try it out
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| She in love with the Gucci guess we’ll buy it out
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| Tell me how you feel, make sure you write it down
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| This girl from Kentucky keep sayin' come fuck me
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| She only wants dick man she don’t really love me
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| I really miss Bella ain’t seen her since high school
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| I’ll see her again if she ever gets lucky
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| My friends cancel plans 'cause they say I’m too gully
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| When we out in public I’m never too buddy
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| Opps in the city and shit could get ugly
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| Bullets make you pussy niggas say you love me
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| Pull up on they ass my whole neck is frozen
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| My shooter still got a couple cases open
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| My lawyer said he’ll be fine I said I hope it
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| I got couple people lookin' to be broken
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| Smokin' hella shisha all the heads is lotus
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| Lotta tinted whips I’m rollin' 'round like POTUS
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| Lotta scary wizardry like Hocus Pocus
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| Suicide on all the whips we leave 'em open
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| Used to never get this much attention I was lonely
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| Now these motherfuckers want to really get to know me
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| Soon as I say no to them, their true colors they show me
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| As you’re sleepin' I make all your enemies my homies
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| And then it’s always I’m the bad guy
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| Took your shawty what a mad guy
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| Is he dumb? |
| What a mad guy
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| That’s Houdini, man that’s that guy
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| I’m so cocky, I’m so cocky
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| Whew
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| I’ve been on a high, I’ve been comin' out with gems
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| Pull up to Katsuya in an all white benz
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| 10PM indoors rockin' Cartier lens
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| Ones who talk the most they be sittin' on the bench
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| I just move in silence like I’m 'bout to catch a kill
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| Got a lot of threats man I wish a nigga will
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| 6'1 standin' with no Timberlands still
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| Glock 9's just incase there’s blood we got to spill
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| Mans could get a tune up real quick still
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| Talk about the releast nothin' 'bout you say you real
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| Did I hit a nerve? |
| Tell me how you really feel
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| I must have the nerve talkin' crazy but still
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| By the time we get to poppin' you asleep
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| We got eyes everywhere on the streets
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| Never show up unless we in VIP
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| And all my niggas that’s inside blowin' trees
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| Couple bands for the shawty at Chanel
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| Man I love this lifestyle, could you tell?
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| Roley sick got you feelin' unwell
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| If no pussy in the mix then I bail
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| Took your shorty what a bad guy
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| Is he dumb? |
| What a mad guy
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| That’s Houdini, man that’s that guy
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| I would hate me too dawg, I understand why
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| Mans could get a tune up real quick still
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| Talk about the releast nothin' 'bout you say you real
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| Did I hit a nerve? |
| Tell me how you really feel
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| I must have the nerve talkin' crazy but still |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mad Guy , by - Sal Houdini. Song from the album Where Do We Go from Here, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп