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big ballers - why u mad lyrics

(verse 1 – lil gucci)
she text me, she s-xt me, don’t want that get out here
you want me back and that’s facts
i spit bars and count racks
forty-grand, on my neck
write a song, get a check
can’t text back, wait a sec (yeah, yeah)
why you mad, why you mad, why you mad?
i’m goin places you ain’t ever been why u mad?
you downgraded- had her but it’s alright
why you mad, why you mad, why you mad, why u mad?
cold water- ice cold
yeah, you’re bullsh-t’s getting old
i never snitched i never told
i’m drenched in gold
my teams drenched
my kids drenched
not no fools gold
f-ck fake n-ggas wearing fake sh-t
we out here getting lit
my sh-ts hot get an oven mit (yeah)
tdz yeah sammy i bomb this f-cking beat

(bridge – tdz)
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 – lightsout)
coming off the bench like i’m f-cking nick foles
everytime you p-ss me you gotta pay some tolls
don’t believe everything you hear it’s all lies
momma told me television might hurt my eyes
905 on the limes cooking with the ice
all you fakes getting trapped like some f-cking mice
she said she would text me back later that night
left me on read, i’m like ‘b-tch you wanna fight?”
looking on the list you ain’t even on the roster
all my b-tches know i like chicken in my pasta
a-boogie wit da hoodie, ooh that’s my sh-t
all these n-ggas need to stop riding my d-ck
cashmoneyap yeah that’s where it’s at
if i give you a ring you better mail it back
book the flight i’m east coast bound
first time k!ll in tomato town
why you mad, why you mad, why you mad
tdz is not your motherf—ing dad
why you mad, why you mad, why you mad
you went with him and now he’s someone that you had

(verse 3 – tdz)
double five on the rise, look alive (look alive)
girl ride me like a f-ckin test drive
had to drop her – get her back that’s a fact
you drop back 1-2 that’s a sack (that’s a sack!)
i can show you how to scoop a dime with no trouble
show you how to get with two call it double
i ain’t never cheated f-ck you mean (f-ck you mean)
but i did have her beggin on her f-ckin knees
funny how things change you say
i beat the case like i’m f-ckin tay-k
why you mad, why you mad, why you mad?
got with her, got you back why you mad?
why you mad, why you mad, why you mad?
you want me back, well sh-t that’s too bad
eat my -ss, eat my -ss, eat my -ss
erik —– eat my -ss, eat my -ss

- big ballers lyrics

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