Why She Mad At Me

Told bro stop taking them meds
Khasahn he got shot in the leg
Kill a nigga then clean up the mess
I heard brodie was talking to feds
Smoke weed to release my stress
Trying to fuck lift up your dress
Matter fact I just want some neck
Matter fact I just want some

Got tattoos on my chest
Bro shoot like Ron Artest
Put my dick in between your breast
Caress oh yes
Can't lie I miss my ex
Can't lie I just miss that sex
Red bone that shit get wet
Dive in that shit no vest
Trying to take me a trip out to Rio
Might fuck like one two three hoes
Bitch hit that door like Theo
No face no case no rico
Niggas say they be sipping patron
Niggas really be sipping that tito's
Niggas say they be sipping patron
Niggas really be sipping that tito's
I be smoking my weed to the face
Had a dream I was up in a wraith
Talking no bread bitch you in the way
Thot little bitch don't call me bae
Her pussy good but I ain't about to pay
Smoking on gumbo I think I'm in space
Finger her pussy and see how it taste
One back wood just roll up a eighth
Like hold up why she mad at me
Baby shake that ass for me
We should go fuck on the balcony
My city got so many casualties
Why do these niggas be mad at me
We about to scam and crack a piece
Remember them days they laughed at me
Now they all bum's catastrophe
Like hold up why she mad at me
Baby shake that ass for me
We should go fuck on the balcony
My city got so many casualties
Why do these niggas be mad at me
We about to scam and crack a piece
Remember them days they laughed at me
Now they all bum's catastrophe
Said fuck the rules and regulations
We do voodoo with the Haitians
You can keep the conversations
I ain't really got the patience
I don't fuck with niggas like I'm racist
Shorty sucking my dick with her braces
Might take her on vacation
So high my eyes look Asian
Like wait wait
That bitch suck dick at days inn
That bitch take crypto payments
She going to get on her knees no praying
Like wasn't you fucking her mother
Like fuck that bitch she playing
Like wasn't you fucking her mother
Like fuck that bitch she playing

Trying to take me a trip out to Rio
Might fuck like one two three hoes
Bitch hit that door like Theo
No face no case no rico
Niggas say they be sipping patron
Niggas really be sipping that tito's
Niggas say they be sipping patron
Niggas really be sipping that tito's
Like hold up why she mad at me
Baby shake that ass for me
We should go fuck on the balcony
My city got so many casualties
Why do these niggas be mad at me
We about to scam and crack a piece
Remember them days they laughed at me
Now they all bum's catastrophe



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Writer(s): Ishmael Jackson
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