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mad - fella lyrics

[intro]
dead sleep, hit my n*gga he gon’ creep
no questions asked send the text, we gon’ link
balenciaga mask and the tech got a beam
sittin’ dorks on they ass, ain’t no threats come for me

[tag]
(ay that’s hard zay)

[verse 1]
we really from the streets, all my n*ggas bound to eat
and by all, i mean three, that won’t ever take a plea
if you want us, come with facts
yeah we got straps, lil baby got it legally tucked in her bag
so if n*ggas want funk, i ain’t passin’ up on that that
just reach in the chanel and pick off a few rats
slither to the trap and pick up a few bags
then wiggle to the crib until i hear 12 pass

[hook]
i know you n*ggas mad
i know you n*ggas mad
i know you n*ggas mad
but i ain’t goin’ back, y’all gon’ gеt over that
i know you n*ggas mad
i know you n*ggas mad
i know you n*ggas mad
but i ain’t goin’ back, y’all gon’ get over that
[verse 2]
what’s thе answer? tell me what’s the answer?
how i’m ‘posed to make it when the city full of cancer?
tryna make a living off my style and my banter
but side*stepping phony n*ggas turned me to a dancer
fresh up out the pound, got me questioning my dog life
all my n*ggas hounds, go to war about my dawg life
always fitted, got my wrist drippin’, i got frostbite
seen pretty women leave, she may have left but she walk right
drama in my neighborhood, gotta go resolve it
fake n*ggas talk the talk, so i gotta walk it
started gettin’ paper, stopped caring what the cost is
that’s why i turned the ralph lauren store into my closet
quit my day job, had to go and start bossin’
fly sh*t only, i don’t know what lacoste is
gotta push the boundaries, ain’t no one gettin’ boxed in
they’ll turn your full house into a cell, lori loughlin

[hook]

[verse 3]
lil baby looked down and the buckle five bands
told her that ain’t sh*t, it was eight for the pants
but quit all that talkin’, it ain’t part of the plan
she gave me sucky face, i ain’t even wanna blam
i passed her to my mans, and peeped she a goer
under one week i was able to hoe her
she ran me a check before i even got to know her
shorty slipped up, said her brother was a grower
[?]
i need ten packs, i got the cash when you come over
we posted at the corner, n*gga i don’t live here
but i’m pickin’ peers off for the bucks like john deere
you live or eat, n*gga i don’t even care
i’ll send your mom some flowers and a card that’s sincere
i ain’t wanna k!ll her son, but it is what it is
i know you n*ggas mad

- fella lyrics

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