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why u mad - abby jasmine lyrics

[intro]
yaaa (why you mad?)
yaaa (why you mad?)
wooo
yaaa (why you mad?)
yaaa (why you mad?)
yaaaa
(why you mad?)

[chorus]
tell that hoe, why you mad
why you mad?
i hit the mall, i do my dance
and then i hop out do the dash
tell that hoe, why you mad?
why you mad?
i just might go out to france
i might buy your man a benz
tell that hoe, why you mad?

[verse 1]
check my shoes, check my jeans, check my shirt
i come in first
ain’t talking corporate when i say my n-gg- selling work
and nah, nah you ain’t got to dig it, but we do the dirt
i hit the dash, and then i skirt my n-gg-s moving first
who ain’t first, call like gucci bird, who is her
i told them do not come around here, this my universe
fendi purse, switch it up on me
she only trying to come around to f-ck my n-gg-s f-cking her
b-tch you so broke, getcho’ dough, i got mo’
all my n-gg-s out here selling dope, so we can stay and float
if you need me, you can meet me, i’ll be at the corner store
and i got it on the low, all these b-tches, they some hoes
wait, i am the goat, your hoe only good for the dope
she said her n-gg- don’t want me, so tell me why her n-gg- hitting my phone
i’ma just flex till i’m old, 30k for a coat, petty for no long, borrow your man like a loan
then tell him to leave me alone

[chorus]
tell that hoe, why you mad?
why you mad?
i hit the mall, i do my dance
and then i hop out do the dash
tell that hoe, why you mad?
why you mad?
i just might go out to france
i might buy your man a benz
tell that hoe, why you mad?
why you mad, why you mad, why you mad
why you mad, why you mad, why you mad
why you mad, why you mad, why you mad
why you mad, why you mad, why you mad

[verse 2]
i see why she mad, she see me with the f-cking bag again
she copped the same fit, i guess these b-tches jackin’ swag again 120 on the dash, you can’t catch me in the trap again
ridin’ down navaros, on the grams, in a plastic bag
in a perfect world, i’ll pour a penny in a vad again
then i’ll pull up on donald trump, and shoot him in the abdomen f-ck a pacifist, i p-ss a fist to any b-tch that think her mouth won’t get her hit
you roll up lips, i roll up zips
you don’t have any b-tches in your whip
listen up lil’ b-tch, bring your lungs lil’ b-tch, we roll up lil’ b-tch
and we run up lil’ b-tch, so don’t talk tell lil’ b-tch
i pull up you dip
ball like i can’t miss
two bands for the fit
you can’t flex like this
ya that’s why she

[chorus]
tell that hoe, why you mad?
why you mad?
i hit the mall, i do my dance
and then i hop out do the dash
tell that hoe, why you mad?
why you mad?
i just might go out to france
i might buy your man a benz
tell that hoe, why you mad?
why you mad?
i hit the mall, i do my dance
and then i hop out do the dash
tell that hoe, why you mad?
why you mad?
i just might go out to france
i might buy your man a benz
tell that hoe, why you mad?

[outro]
b-tchhh, b-tchh, b-tchh, hoee, b-tchh, b-tchh, b-tchh

- abby jasmine lyrics

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