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didn't i - mista madd lyrics

(-talking-)
i was high man, i ain’t know what the f-ck
i was doing, hey we gon take em back to the cuts man
like you on the porch, know i’m saying old school

[hook]
didn’t i tell you, to leave it be
now didn’t i, didn’t i, didn’t i – 3x
didn’t i tell you, quit hating on me
now didn’t i, didn’t i, didn’t i

[yung ro]
since me and j mack do nothing, y’all think hatter a d-ck
f-ck with us, and we gon see who nut up b-tch
this year paid in full, making the industry buzz
i never said i was the best, a lot of people just said i was
and i told y’all, i was gon drop em a hit
i write my rhymes on the toilet, cause i love to talk sh-t
i pull up with the whole cl!ck, f-cking with your -ss
jump fly, i put a slug in your vest not straps
i don’t give a f-ck, when i spit these bars
the only time i give a f-ck, is when my d-ck get all hard
but ro he go hard, we’ll tell a n-gga straight up
i’ma be the one to make hatter, put his feet up
n-ggas get beat up, we don’t have fair fights
we stomp rappers with chains, filas and air nikes
put your do’ on it, my n-gga catch you
they like f-ck ro, naw n-gga f-ck giving b-tch

[hook]

[mista madd]
i must admit, i’m not normally moved
see i’m in the mind of rappers, who are dazed and confused
look at you looking at me, you has-been rapper
cause i ride a escalade on tw-nks, you calling me capper
i seen everything you wrote, on down south.com
it’s n-ggas like you making me pull up my sleeves, to bear arm
sent my only contribution, to down south was the hood
saying huh contribute it, to my bank board
am i a one hit wonder, or am i gifted
don’t hate cause your kids don’t change, your mind’s just shifted
you making mista madd, turn into a backwards madd mista
keep f-cking with me, in the holy with some bad blisters
your sister i done her, but it’s still respect
the girl you couldn’t get i got, you f-cking reject
i didn’t mean to get on this track, ro and cham ride for me
although you hate me b-tch, your mom’s adore me

[hook]

[chamillionaire]
they gon make me turn the pistol to a mic
and give em something, to talk into
testing testing mic check speak up, you forgot who you talking to
say ro just go hand me the, full clip to this d-mn heater
and i bet you this d-mn heater, gets rid of his amnesia
hand reader look in my palm, said they gon try to mute you
i’m the voice of the future, martin luther king koopa
in the booth, you know i’m closest thing to the truth sir
cubic zircon’s turn to real stones, like i’m medusa
if you don’t know the label, that make rappers ride with they roof up
i’m raining on the game, i know the label that do cuz
paid in full, straighten up and give a salute to
koopa not for what i’ve done, but what i’m about to do cause
diss me, and i promise your career will leave in that he-rs-
your career will be in here, somewhere up in this dirt
somewhere up in this earth, we’ll do it now but first
say my name, now we gon see to it that somebody get hurt

[hook – 2x]

- mista madd lyrics

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