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madd madd (mad mad song) - laydee nyc lyrics

**intro**
uh*huh
here we go again
wit u bald headed ass fuccin hoes
always suckin my d**k
ehhh

**verse 1**
why you so mad he heartin my pics
he stay in my dm’s wit pics of his d**k
always beggin me to suck on my titts
tellin me how he gon give me da d**k
he lovin my style i got my own see
miss independent go getter dats me
i don’t got time for dat childish sh*t b
ha it’s clearly ur n*gga not me

**chorus**
why you so mad he lookin at me
why you so mad i keep it a g
why you so mad i keep it on fleek
why you so mad he found him freak
i got you madd dat got me glad
why you so mad cuz i got the bag
why you so mad why you so mad
oh i got u madd dats jus too bad
why you so mad he lookin at me
why you so mad i keep it a g
why you so mad i keep it on fleek
why you so mad he found him a freak
i got you mad dat got me glad
why you so mad cuz i got the bag
i got you mad i got u madd madd
yea dats why you madd madd

**verse 2**
i got the bag you can not stop me
you mad you spicy you taki
if thеy listen wit smirks then they oppy
sеnd blows to your head like i’m rocky
i’m takin it all misses monopoly
if you speak on my name speak it properly
when i say it they love it they mockin me
an can’t help dat it shake cuz it’s wobbly
big money lottery dats wat it gotta be
a.p on my wrist an red bottom me
an if u lookin for smoke den i gotta beem
and no i ain’t sleep but i gotta dream
ima do it like martin but i’m not a king
but i’m wearin da crown so bow dwn to da queen
versace silk robe when i step on da scene
when it come to dat bag
ain’t no comin between
uh
you feel dat
dat pressure up on yo neck
it’s dat pressure i eject
without my foot up on ur neck
uh wats next
a couple bands for da flex
yea i come wit nike like a check
ha now ya lookin all upset
p*ssy so wet he bought me a boat
he coped me da bentley i threw him the throat
awww sh*t now i’m doin da most
ass is up let’s bump like a toast
give a n*gga threesome
make a n*gga recome
but never let a n*gga slide faster den his visa
no i ain’t a thot and my name ain’t treasha
keep speaking on me u gon be ghost no recon
**chorus**
why you so mad he lookin at me
why you so mad i keep it a g
why youso mad i keep it on fleek
why you so mad he found him freak
i got you madd dat got me glad
why you so mad cuz i got the bag
why you so mad why you so mad
oh i got u madd dats jus too bad

why you so mad he lookin at me
why you so mad i keep it a g
why you so mad i keep it on fleek
why you so mad he found him a freak
i got you mad dat got me glad
why you so mad cuz i got the bag
i got you mad i got u madd madd
yea dats why you madd madd

ha you mad
you really really big mad
ha you mad
you b*tches really big madd
ha ha i got you madd madd
yeah dats why you madd madd
ha i got you madd madd
hmmmmm dats you madd madd

- laydee nyc lyrics

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