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letra de i ain't mad at you - quilly

[intro: jay marie]

i ain’t mad at you, no
i ain’t mad at you, no
why you mad at me?
why you mat at me?

[verse 1: quilly]

i keep droppin’ back to back cuz the fans want me
i rap and trap, i just want my bands husky
i ran off on the plug, now he can’t trust me
i gotta line on the loud, crackers can’t hush me
i got my hands on that white boy; sandusky
i’m too legit to quit, haters can’t touch me
my raps coming like revelations, you can’t rush me
own a 100% of my publishing, you can’t f-ck me
f-ck it, my feature price out your budget
my flows mean, i mix it clean wit (?)
i got so many beans in my jeans, i can’t tuck it
i can eat felipe’s for weeks, n-gg- it’s nothin’
medallion cut steak, lobster cake wit the stuffing
chicken sauteed, she keep askin’ me for nuggets
i should of left your -ss in the hood and let you struggle
my youngin’ on them footb-lls, waiten for you to fumble
quilly been wavy, them b-tches follow the puddle
my 50s fell in love wit the 100s, i let em cuddle
i’ll rob my pop before i see my mom struggle
i seen a bird fly, i seen a 9 bubble
2 ninas rockin’ your boat, they’re not aaliyah
my lil cousin (?) wit the sh-t like diarrhea
white jag, black insides; jungle fever
shots leave you holy like yeezy season; no adidas
compact 40, 30 in this big pound
poppin’ like chris brown, then i split; james brown
quarter brick, i’ma need a 1,000 baggies
you’ll be lifted like a uber and be higher than a taxi
n-gg-s’ hatin on me? i ain’t mad at you
when them shots kriss-koss, you’ll be -ss backwards
haha, i just left at you
i saw my ex lookin’ stressed, threw some cash at her

[hook: jay marie]

i ain’t mad at you, no
i ain’t mad at you, no
why you mad at me?
why you mad at me?

[verse 2: quilly]

my mom was on crack, my pop was on c-ke
my uncle on dope, my auntie still smoke
my grandma died, that’s when the family lost hope
i dropped out of school, i had white like the pope
white man can’t jump, black man won’t vote
i got a wh-r- pregant, and aborted like nope
she brush her teeth with my d-ck
and gargle nut like scope, i’m bout to floss on these hoes
17 (?)
i had my brother’s jeans on
i had my cousin’s sneaks on
them light skin bad b-tches used to tell me “dream on”
i was just about to stop, somethin’ told me “keep goin”
i was b-mmy; basquiat, somethin’ told me “keep drawning’
i got them junkies cliff hangin’
got them smokers rock climbin’
put pressure on these n-gg-s’, buss out wit a diamond
(?) goofy like skreech, that’s perfect timing
i hit her from the back, she singin’ like frankie lymon
you cross the line, stay there, n-gg-s’ bought that
i’m sippin’ hi-tech, throwin’ chalk back
you ain’t got the answers like sway, but i’m iverson
quilly got that straight drop flow
you n-gg-s’ vitaplan
the c-ke got them smokers slim like they dieting
i’m from the mud, i came out clean like (?)
dam, they still mad at me
i saw my man lookin’ off; threw some cash at em

[hook: jay marie]

i ain’t mad at you
why you mad at me, me me?
why you mad at me?
i ain’t mad at you

- quilly

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