| Uh, bitch, it’s that Westside Ingles shit
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| It’s for the '99 and the 2000s, nigga
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| I ain’t playin' with none of you niggas
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| The new Cash Money
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| The gang that don’t bang, biatch
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| Right
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| I got mad flows, mad flows
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| The shit that got me mad hoes, I get mad more
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| Nigga, nigga I got mad flows, mad flows
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| The shit that got me mad dough, I get mad more, motherfucker
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| Black Benzes, windows tinted, no, my shit ain’t rented (Hol up)
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| Inglewood or duck, fuck a nigga and his feelings
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| Hot boy, nigga, make a million while I’m chillin'
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| I could bet a pretty penny you ain’t livin' what you spittin'
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| Gold grillin, bugs bunny, feed her, carrots when I’m grinnin'
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| Montana shit, Medusa head stitched in my linen
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| Street nigga, no account, your account in my denim
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| Unless you blind, bitch, it ain’t hard to see a nigga winnin'
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| If I’m talkin' to that ho, then tell that bitch to pay attention (Bitch!)
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| Big business, I use dollar signs to punctuate a sentence
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| Fuck the law, do it raw, skip the trial and drop the witness
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| Bein' broke been a joke, ain’t shit funny 'bout my digits?
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| I got mad flows, mad flows
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| The shit that got me mad hoes, I get mad more
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| Nigga, nigga I got mad flows, mad flows
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| The shit that got me mad dough, I get mad more, motherfucker
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| Strap on, get clapped on, nigga, that just be the facts
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| They say «Me, I don’t rap though», got black, don’t trap the trap
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| Got my chopper on, my stack of Os then came back with the sack
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| Man, my Roley, that’s goldie, my wrist nicknamed «The Mack»
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| See, your niggas ho-niggas and that shit that be weak
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| Man, my niggas be killers, give a fuck about rap and beef
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| See, my bitches got bitches, my pimpin' game is sweet
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| I just fuck 'em, then duck 'em and get right back in them streets
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| Bitch, I’ve been a threat, ghetto intellect, AK and a TEC
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| Nigga flex, labels sendin' checks, still I’m in a set
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| Nigga rich, use this Internet, we ain’t feel it
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| Play with me, I’m a play for keeps, all my niggas strapped
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| I got mad flows, mad flows
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| The shit that got me mad hoes, I get mad more
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| Nigga, nigga I got mad flows, mad flows
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| The shit that got me mad dough, I get mad more, motherfucker
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| This my world little nigga, you just livin' in it
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| Cause I got frames on my face, made my vision different
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| By any means necessary, know your nigga get it
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| He said he got it like we got it, no, you fuckin' didn’t
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| Say, this my world little nigga, you just livin' in it
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| You get some money, nigga, can I make your vision different?
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| By any means necessary, know your nigga get it
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| He said he got it like we got it, no you fuckin' didn’t
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| I got mad flows, mad flows
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| The shit that got me mad hoes, I get mad more
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| Nigga, nigga I got mad flows, mad flows
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| The shit that got me mad dough, I get mad more, motherfucker
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| I got mad flows, mad flows
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| The shit that got me mad hoes, I get mad more
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| Nigga, nigga I got mad flows, mad flows
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| The shit that got me mad dough, I get mad more, motherfucker |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mad Flows , by - The Game. Song from the album Blood Moon: Year Of The Wolf, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп