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lil tecca - you mad/like me* lyrics
lyrics from snippets
[intro: lil tecca]
you mad
uh, uh, uh, uh
[chorus: lil tecca]
you mad, you mad
you mad that i’m gettin’ these racks
you mad, you mad
you mad that i’m gettin’ these racks
you mad, you mad
you mad that i’m gettin’ these racks
you mad, you mad
and none of these n_ggas drippin’ like me
none of these n_ggas like me
i got your ho f_ckin’ with me
i’m f_ckin’ these hoes since i’m fifteen
i’m clappin’ that sh_t like a f_ckin’ piece
i hit gucci, i need no receipts
five digits in twenty minutes at sixteen
and, yeah, your b_tch like me
and none of these n_ggas, they like me
[verse 1: pasto flocco]
i got a [?] go down
dissin’ the game, tell lil’ n_gga he a clown
run everyday, told my momma i’m proud
b_tch, i’m feelin’ like [?], someone give me the crown
she was fallin’ in love, had to tell her slow down
spinnin’ his block, yeah, we goin’ around
you know my n_gga not gettin’ a pound
feelin’ like [?], screamin’ like
[interlude: pasto flocco]
yeah, angelic
angelic, yeah, angelic
angelic, yeah, angelic
yeah, pasto flocco, yeah
[chorus: lil tecca]
you mad, you mad
you mad that i’m gettin’ these racks
you mad, you mad
you mad that i’m gettin’ these racks
you mad, you mad
you mad that i’m gettin’ these racks
you mad, you mad
and none of these n_ggas drippin’ like me
none of these n_ggas like me
i got your ho f_ckin’ with me
i’m f_ckin’ these hoes since i’m fifteen
i’m clappin’ that sh_t like a f_ckin’ piece
i hit gucci, i need no receipts
five digits in twenty minutes at sixteen
and, yeah, your b_tch like me
and none of these n_ggas, they like me
[verse 2: lil tecca]
but shawty she want me, i know
it’s a bag incoming
f_ckin’ your b_tch and she been comin’
had a dream, yeah, i been wantin’ it
in this sh_t, yeah, i been got it
slimin’ n_ggas like i’m lil gotit
took a lil’ b_tch to the tropics
i don’t rap, i just talk sh_t
why you mad? “i don’t know”
[?] on the low, get the pack on the low, i’m spazzin’ out
and n_ggas, they runnin’ their mouth
remember when these n_ggas doubted
she want an invite to my house
babygirl got me laughing
why you mad? “i don’t know”
[?] on the low, get the pack on the low, i’m spazzin’ out
and n_ggas, they runnin’ their mouth
remember when these n_ggas doubted
she want an invite to my house
babygirl got me laughing
[chorus: lil tecca]
you mad, you mad
you mad that i’m gettin’ these racks
you mad, you mad
you mad that i’m gettin’ these racks
you mad, you mad
you mad that i’m gettin’ these racks
you mad, you mad
and none of these n_ggas drippin’ like me
none of these n_ggas like me
i got your ho f_ckin’ with me
i’m f_ckin’ these hoes since i’m fifteen
i’m clappin’ that sh_t like a f_ckin’ piece
i hit gucci, i need no receipts
five digits in twenty minutes at sixteen
and, yeah, your b_tch like me
and none of these n_ggas, they like me
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