letra de mad at me - ji beats
(intro)
i can’t say what i want cause my b-tch gon’ get mad at me, ight
(hook)
aight, huh
i can’t say what i want, cause my b-tch gon’ get mad at me
n-ggas just talkin’ all that sh-t, n-ggas just talkin’ blasphemy
n-gga don’t run up, cause you know that i be trigger happy
sports mode in the foreign, b-tch, you n-ggas ain’t gon’ get past me
(verse 1)
b-tch said i’m fly as f-ck, said i dress better than ranch
i ain’t got my gun on me if you see me out with blanch
cpl’y on us n-gga, we ain’t finna throw no hands
i ain’t gotta scam no more, cause i’m bringin’ my own bands
but it’s still f-ck the atf and still f-ck the government
and i’m still gettin’ bands out a b-tch, it’s a covenant
lookin’ like your team ain’t ate, b-tch, you n-ggas need some suppluments
300 for my breakfast, but i’m still gon’ get some lunch again
200 for my brunch, and that sh-t ain’t got no appetizer
torched the blunt on the stove, cause a n-gga ain’t have no lighter
you really think your diamonds glow, but b-tch, mine glow brighter
i’ll really let this b-tch go, cause n-gga, i ain’t no fighter
n-gga thought sh-t was sweet, till he ran up and got hit
n-ggas droppin’ new music, b-tch, that sh-t is not it
b-tch, you ain’t got no motion, b-tch, you shop at hot topic
b-tch, you ain’t got no motion, b-tch, all you do is gossip
tryna run up on me, n-gga, where the f-ck is your logic?
b-tch tryna get with me, where the f-ck is your wallet?
the b-tch tryna choose on me, where the f-ck is your profit?
b-tch, lookin’ for my heart, but a n-gga really lost it
(hook)
i can’t say what i want, cause my b-tch gon’ get mad at me
n-ggas just talkin’ all that sh-t, n-ggas just talkin’ blasphemy
n-gga don’t run up, cause you know that i be trigger happy
sports mode in the foreign, b-tch, you n-ggas ain’t gon’ get past me
b-tch said i’m fly as f-ck, said i dress better than ranch
i ain’t got my gun on me if you see me out with blanch
cpl’y on us n-gga, we ain’t finna throw no hands
i ain’t gotta scam no more, cause i’m bringin’ my own bands
i ain’t gotta scam no more, but you know i got them bins
i ain’t worried about these n-ggas, i ain’t makin’ no new friends
i got designer on my feet, i ain’t never wore no timbs
i just poured me some drank, i can’t even feel my limbs
b-tch said i drive her crazy like a tire on some rims
shrooms got me in third person, like i’m playin’ sims
if you ain’t strapped in the crib, then i am not comin’ in
my n-ggas lookin’ for a safe, we playin’ knock-knock again
my n-ggas playin’ knock-knock, finna unlock the top lock
my b-tch shoot for top shots, accuracy is top notch
n-gga, that is not a rollie, b-tch, that’s a stopwatch
i told the b-tch time is money, finna hop up on the block
b-tch, see i’m gettin’ money, now she hoppin’ on the
b-tch, see i’m gettin’ money, now she hoppin’ in my business
i told the b-tch that she can stay, but i ain’t really want no children
now she pourin’ out her feelings, told the b-tch that i don’t feel em
(hook)
i can’t say what i want, cause my b-tch gon’ get mad at me
n-ggas just talkin’ all that sh-t, n-ggas just talkin’ blasphemy
n-gga don’t run up, cause you know that i be trigger happy
sports mode in the foreign, b-tch, you n-ggas ain’t gon’ get past me
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