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letra de mad - yg & mozzy

[intro: yg]
ayy, ayy
ayy, ayy
ayy, shake that ass
ayy, run up the bag

[verse 1: yg]
ayy, ayy, ayy
she just want a n-gga in some prada, prada
prada ain’t sh-t, i got a lot of dollars (ain’t sh-t)
fendi, louis, saint laurent, balenciaga (ooh)
plus i f-ck her good, spice her life up, enchiladas (f-ck her, f-ck her, f-ck her)
yeah, i spicе that life up (ayy)
her headboard bе bangin’, i’m pullin’ her tracks, now the neighbors don’t like us (ayy, ayy)
yg be with them bangers, they do murders, my n-ggas lifers (whoop, whoop)
i heard your cuban was bust down with si diamonds, that don’t excite us, ayy, but me?
[chorus: yg & young m.a.]
i pull up in foreign and i drop the roof (roof)
with the finest b-tch, we smoke the finest kush (kush)
i be shinin’, man, i know it’s hard not to look (don’t look)
he just pressured up ’cause he got his b-tch took (ooh)
he just mad ’cause he got his b-tch took (took)
he just mad ’cause he got his b-tch took (took)
he just mad ’cause he got his b-tch took (uh-huh, took)
he just mad ’cause he got his b-tch took

[verse 2: young m.a]
man, i took the b-tch (h-llo)
of course i got her hooked and sh-t
funny how i eat her, later on, i got her cookin’ sh-t (ooh, ooh)
whippin’ in that all white lamb’, look like i’m cookin’ grits (skrr, skrr)
top down, don’t let that go over your hood and sh-t (mm-hmm)
been wearing dior (facts)
chains on sweat, drip, drip (drip, drip, drip), like, like i probably put the heat on (ooh)
off days (huh), type of sh-t i never be on (never)
but i can off a n-gga quick (grr, grr), type of sh-t that we on (grr, baow)

[chorus: yg]
i pull up in foreign and i drop the roof (roof)
with the finest b-tch, we smoke the finest kush (kush)
i be shinin’, man, i know it’s hard not to look (don’t look)
he just pressured up ’cause he got his b-tch took (ooh)
he just mad ’cause he got his b-tch took (took)
he just mad ’cause he got his b-tch took (took)
he just mad ’cause he got his b-tch took (took)
he just mad ’cause he got his b-tch took
[verse 3: mozzy]
fella had her slippin’ off her wedding ring
she a demon, so i told the b-tch it’s h-ll gang, well trained
she with the activities and everything
brother-brother swiping, he brought her back that chanel thing, stale face
that’s how they be lookin’, she’s considered took and one gone
showin’ me the messages, you textin’ her like, “come on”
bukinati mozzy, i just gave her somethin’ to suck on
thottie allegations, but still wet enough to f-ck on, ah

- yg mozzy

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