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Correct Why U Mad Lyrics
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Correct Why U Mad
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[Intro] Yaaa (Why you mad?) Yaaa (Why you mad?) Wooo Yaaa (Why you mad?) Yaaa (Why you mad?) Yaaaa (Why you mad?) [Chorus] Tell that hoe, why you mad Why you mad? I hit the mall, I do my dance And then I hop out do the dash Tell that hoe, why you mad? Why you mad? I just might go out to France I might buy your man a Benz Tell that hoe, why you mad? [Verse 1] Check my shoes, check my jeans, check my shirt I come in first Ain't talking corporate when I say my nigga selling work And nah, nah you ain't got to dig it, but we do the dirt I hit the dash, and then I skirt my niggas moving first Who ain't first, call like Gucci bird, who is her I told them do not come around here, this my universe Fendi purse, switch it up on me She only trying to come around to fuck my niggas fucking her Bitch you so broke, getcho' dough, I got mo' All my niggas out here selling dope, so we can stay and float If you need me, you can meet me, I'll be at the corner store And I got it on the low, all these bitches, they some hoes Wait, I am the goat, your hoe only good for the dope She said her nigga don't want me, so tell me why her nigga hitting my phone I'ma just flex till I'm old, 30k for a coat, petty for no long, borrow your man like a loan Then tell him to leave me alone [Chorus] Tell that hoe, why you mad? Why you mad? I hit the mall, I do my dance And then I hop out do the dash Tell that hoe, why you mad? Why you mad? I just might go out to France I might buy your man a Benz Tell that hoe, why you mad? Why you mad, why you mad, why you mad Why you mad, why you mad, why you mad Why you mad, why you mad, why you mad Why you mad, why you mad, why you mad [Verse 2] I see why she mad, she see me with the fucking bag again She copped the same fit, I guess these bitches jackin' swag again 120 on the dash, you can't catch me in the trap again Ridin' down navaros, on the grams, in a plastic bag In a perfect world, I'll pour a penny in a vad again Then I'll pull up on Donald Trump, and shoot him in the abdomen Fuck a pacifist, I pass a fist to any bitch that think her mouth won't get her hit You roll up lips, I roll up zips You don't have any bitches in your whip Listen up lil' bitch, bring your lungs lil' bitch, we roll up lil' bitch And we run up lil' bitch, so don't talk tell lil' bitch I pull up you dip Ball like I can't miss Two bands for the fit You can't flex like this Ya that's why she [Chorus] Tell that hoe, why you mad? Why you mad? I hit the mall, I do my dance And then I hop out do the dash Tell that hoe, why you mad? Why you mad? I just might go out to France I might buy your man a Benz Tell that hoe, why you mad? Why you mad? I hit the mall, I do my dance And then I hop out do the dash Tell that hoe, why you mad? Why you mad? I just might go out to France I might buy your man a Benz Tell that hoe, why you mad? [Outro] Bitchhh, bitchh, bitchh, hoee, bitchh, bitchh, bitchh
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