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turk - you mad yet? كلمات الأغنية

[hook: lil wayne]
you mad? too bad
i’m with a bad b-tch with a new -ss
i’m hot as summers, you can ask susan
i been had bands since duran duran, m-th-f-cka
you mad? cause you last
my b-tch p-ssy feel like new land
two xans, a few grams
i’m gettin’ money, spend it on new ramps, you mad?

[verse 1: turk]
hot boy turk f-ckin’ with hot boy tunechi
free my n-gga jeezy, beaches and a doobie
word on the street and the pen, i’m a nuisance
shoot a n-gga sober while he under the influence
hey, you n-ggas mad, cuz i bubble like jacuzzi
i do not recall if the judge wanna accuse me
mad, cuz i’m p-ssin’ past you n-ggas like “excuse me”
got a b-tch n-gga turnin’ red, call him ruby
yeah, i’m back in this m-th-f-cka
young t get sauce leakin’ in this m-th-f-cka
leave a n-gga reekin’ in a m-th-f-cka
back like surprise, no peekin’ in this m-th-f-cka
they mad cuz i ain’t doin’ bad
hot boy don’t want no problem, i just want my cash
but if you wanna go to war, i got my solider rag
mad cuz i’m solid and you n-ggas plaid
caitlyn jenner, man, these n-ggas changin’ faces
take ’em to school and i’m stuntin’ on the whole cl-ss
my b-tch get mad at me every time i c-m fast
i tell her that what she get for tryna come last
then eat the p-ssy like a kit-kat
playin’ with my money, get your kid ‘napped
on the road doin’ shows if ya lookin’ for me
these n-ggas hate me, they just mad cuz they b-tches love me

[hook: lil wayne]
you mad? too bad
i’m with a bad b-tch with a new -ss
i’m hot as summers, you can ask susan
i been have bands since duran duran m-th-f-cka
you mad? cuz you last
my b-tch p-ssy feel like new land
two xans, a few grams
i’m gettin’ money, spend it on some new rims, you mad?

[verse 2 : lil wayne]
you muddy -ss cup, chubby -ss blunt
they love me and some of ’em wealthy and handsome
got a pop star cutie with a popcorn booty and she star in movies
i’m that hot boy tunechi, i’m a martian
martian, haters make me nauseous
i’m in this b-tch with turk, we yellin’, “free christopher dorsey”
my n-ggas move weight like kelly clarkson, they awesome
never let the feds get close like a scorpion
b-tches takin’ portraits, why they in my fortress?
now wifey gettin’ mad, i’m like “ma’, they not important”
n-ggas gettin’ mad lookin’ like they smellin’ horse sh-t
but they never start sh-t, that’s some clever-smart sh-t
dirty money washin’, countin’ till exhaustion
weed so fire, it gotta be arson
roaches in the ash tray, they probably need orkin
n-ggas say check me, he lied and he forged it
martian, martian around the world i orbit
i’m lookin’ for a b-tch to get it on with like marvin
she said it’s gonna cost me, i told her “b-tch get off me”
her stripper name diamonds, her real name swarovski
these n-ggas minor, me i’m just hierarchy
shoot the whole car up, and still don’t hit the car seat
you dead yet? you mad yet?
beat a p-ssy n-gga up and now my hands wet

[hook: lil wayne]
you mad? too bad
i’m with a bad b-tch with a new -ss
i’m hot as summers, you can ask susan
i been have bands since duran duran, m-th-f-cka
you mad? cuz you last
my b-tch p-ssy feel like new land
two xans, a few grams
i’m gettin’ money, spend it on some new rims, you mad?

- turk

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