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letra de mad - ceefineass

[intro]
(alright, slash)

[verse]
wait a minute, girl, these hoes in they feelings
you mad ’cause you thought that i was f-ckin’ with your n-gga?
you mad ’cause you saw your n-gga comment on my picture
you mad ’cause i’m pretty and my ass way bigger
you mad ’cause your n-gga tryna take me on a trip
you mad ’cause i’m poppin’ and you know that i’m that b-tch
you mad ’cause i got your n-gga sprung, he be f-ckin’ with me
i got him all in the st. bernard lookin’ for cee
when you be lookin’ for that n-gga, he be lookin’ for me
and i ain’t linkin’ up for free, he gotta pay me a fee
girl, you f-ckin’ with that n-gga and you f-ckin’ for free?
f-ck a dinner and a movie, i ain’t never been cheap
and you a bum b-tch, always on some bum sh-t
lurkin’ on my page, throwin’ shade, on some dumb sh-t
b-tch, i’m independent, i don’t need a crew to run with
i got my own n-gga and yours, two for onе sh-t
and every time you lеave, he gon’ hit me up
got money for me, he wan’ know when i can pick it up
drop my location anywhere, you know he pullin’ up
he give me anything i want, and i ain’t gotta f-ck
b-tch, you need to step it up
girl, you do the most, you ain’t even comin’ close
if you really want some smoke, let me know and send a lo’
i ain’t never duckin’ wreck, you gon’ give me my respect
i ain’t never pipin’ down, i be at you b-tches’ neck
and for these n-ggas playin’ games, i’m the mvp
my n-gga callin’ while i’m creepin’, he on dnd
i love an uptown n-gga with a big old piece
i love an uptown n-gga with a big old piece
i love an uptown—uptown—uptown—uptown—
up—up-up-up—up—up—up-up-uptown
with a big old—big old—big old—b-b-big old piece—big old piece
i’m a savage with n-ggas, you know i’m outta the beef
who f-ckin’ with cee? you hoes need to give it a rest
they know i’m the best, i wish i would settle for less
they know i’m a threat, you hoes better show some respect
’cause it ain’t nothin’ for lil’ cee to put you hoes in check
that’s why you mad? because i’m up and got a bag?
and you broke and out of shape and lookin’ sad?
p-ssy tight and super wet, my sh-t got splash
you a freak, you been a thot, your p-ssy trash
and your n-gga up in my dm, he want a taste
drop the lo’, i’m pullin’ up to ride his face
now he drove, he in his feelings ’cause he ain’t smash
boy, please, a b-tch would never and that’s a fact
[outro]
i love an up—up-up, up-up-up-up—up-up-up-up-up—up—up— up—up—up—up—up-up-up—
i love an up—up—up—up—up—up—
i love an uptown n-gga with a big old piece
i love a n-gga with a big old piece
i love a—i love a n-gga with a big old piece
i love a n-gga with a big old piece
with a big old—big old—big old—big old—big old—big old—big old—big old—big old—big old—big old—big old—big old—big old—big old—big old—big old—big old—big old—big old—big old—big old—big old—big old—big old—big old—big old—big old—big old—big old—big old—big old—
i love a n-gga with a big old piece
i got him all in the st. bernard lookin’ for cee
(alright, slash)
(and another one)

- ceefineass

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