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letra de mad house - detroit rap news

[intro: projectboy huncho]
(michigan made me)
uh
i ain’t gon’ play with you
ayy

[chorus: projectboy huncho]
if i see the wrong n-gga, i’ma crash out (i’ma lose it), n-gga (n-gga)
put that mag’ in my hands then i black out
beat this b-tch down ’til she tap out, n-gga (uh-huh)
young n-gga from the ‘jects, i’m so trapped out
you don’t know me, i’m the n-gga you should ask ’bout, n-gga
i ain’t got it all, they should put me in a mad house
it’s funny ’til a lil’ n-gga get fapped down
he was actin’ like a k!ller, don’t be sad now

[verse 1: projectboy huncho]
n-gga tryna scr-p with me, that might just be his last fight (oh well)
n-gga, i can’t leave the crib until that bag right
all my n-ggas get it in, we live a fast life
you see my k!llers spin the bend, that’s a bad sight
got a new b-tch ’cause my new b-tch ain’t act right
f-ck a lot of hoes, this ain’t the same b-tch from last night
no velcro but n-ggas know i keep that strap tight
i probably still was a real n-gga in my past lifе
n-ggas see me out in public and they b-tch up
like frеdo bang, b-tch, you know i’m shootin’ ’til the clip up (uh-huh)
n-ggas can’t knock me off my pivot, i can’t slip up (at all)
n-ggas was b-tches, i’m confused, where y’all get tough? (get tough)
f-ck it, that ain’t my problem
them the type of n-ggas b-tch up when they got problems
it ain’t hard to be yourself if you not ’bout it
let everybody know you soft and you don’t like violence
b-tch, that ass fat, let me feel it (uh-huh)
oh, you say you got that wap? let me hit it (uh-huh)
ain’t no liquor, b-tch, this wock’ what i’m sippin’
zero toleration, get you dropped for the dissin’
if i’m out of town, i could get you dropped from a distance
if i’m not, you gon’ catch me on the block with the k!llers (n-gga)
big ape sh-t, i’m only rockin’ with gorillas
if my mans switch up, i gotta crop him out the picture (ayy)
[chorus: projectboy huncho]
if i see the wrong n-gga, i’ma crash out (i’ma lose it), n-gga (n-gga)
put that mag’ in my hands then i black out
beat this b-tch down ’til she tap out, n-gga (uh-huh)
young n-gga from the ‘jects, i’m so trapped out
you don’t know me, i’m the n-gga you should ask ’bout, n-gga
i ain’t got it all, they should put me in a mad house
it’s funny ’til a lil’ n-gga get fapped down (uh)
he was actin’ like a k!ller, don’t be sad now (boy)

[verse 2: projectboy huncho]
can’t leave out the crib ‘less it’s money on the floor
i can’t get in with them sticks, then i ain’t comin’ to the show
n-ggas claim they on my head, then what you runnin’ from me for?
filthy clip up in the stick look like an onion on that ho
don’t know what n-ggas on, i’m steady clutchin’ on my pole
the reason n-ggas mad ’cause i be f-ckin’ n-ggas’ hoes
brodie got the hottest route, yeah, he be f-ckin’ up that road
five wise known to get it gone runnin’ through that load
keep it real, ain’t no p-ssy n-ggas smokin’ me (at all)
when you hear that “uh-huh”, b-tch, you know it’s me
n-ggas sayin’ they ain’t scared, that’s what you showin’ me
stop stayin’ you gon’ k!ll me and you not, that sh-t be blowin’ me (cut that sh-t out)
say it’s up, then it’s stuck like get it crackin’
my b-tch a freak, but in the streets, she keep it classic
you ain’t smokin’ dead n-ggas, you can’t match me
n-ggas tough as h-ll until they body in a casket (ayy)
[chorus: projectboy huncho]
if i see the wrong n-gga, i’ma crash out, n-gga
put that mag’ in my hands then i black out
beat this b-tch down ’til she tap out, n-gga (uh-huh)
young n-gga from the ‘jects, i’m so trapped out

- detroit rap news

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