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lil mon - why they mad lyrics

[intro: l5]
(baso the goat, he gon’ ride with that pole)
uh, l5, n+gga
uh, yeah, you know it
n+ggas know what the f+ck poppin’, uh
free lil purk
yeah, free b5, free traffic (doon+doon+doon)

[verse 1: l5]
f+ck n+gga say he steppin’, then go walk down, you don’t need no mask, yeah (go walk down)
all my opps be p+ssies and they rookies, k!ll crab, huh (naw, for real)
f+ck n+gga talkin’ ’bout smoke, once he on that ave, we get on his ass, uh (yeah)
opp ho, she a scram, can’t come to the 5, that p+ssy trash (woah, woah)
mix the seed with wham, that f+ckboy tried to run again (hah)
doon+doon+doon, switch hit his chin
my bro f+cked a chinese b+tch named lin (yeah, yeah)
huh, diamonds, b+tch, they bustin’, if you reach, gon’ meet them gens, huh
p+ssy spoke on hot, man, that sh+t crazy, gotta sin again, huh
slid his block, they duckin’, mon don’t worry ’bout who i’m f+ckin’ (hah)
lil money, he stay with mе, you look wrong, he up for nothin’ (on 5)
b+tch, i’m with lil quay, i call him quizzle, he bе thuggin’, uh (that’s quay)
rude talk, that’s my dog, don’t ask me why she always muggin’, uh, on 5
b+tch, don’t ask no questions, huh, b+tch, i keep sh+t solid, huh
know lil money rockin’, huh, crowd your block, they droppin’, huh (yeah, come here)
n+ggas droppin’ just like flies, i got dead opps in the sky
why they mad at lil’ l5? ’cause they partner on fox5 (p+ssy)
[interlude: lil mon]
yeah, yeah, yeah
why they mad at lil’ l5? ’cause they partner on fox5
why they mad at lil’ l5? why they— huh, yeah

[verse 2: lil mon]
p+ssy make a diss like we won’t come and spin that b+tch
see it’s a bag, gon’ tap his head and we love funds, collect that b+tch, hold up
b+tch, get out my house, see, you can’t come, you ain’t suckin’ d+ck
i heard the ho, she droppin’ dots, she must don’t know she dyin’ for it, yeah
bro just called my phone, he made that song, we slimed for that, yeah
i get in my zone, don’t got my phone, what time it is?
i said, “luh lon, you ready to tweak?” he said, “h+ll yeah, i’m ’bout it, twin”
you know lil mon gon’ get on feet, he up, might bust your noggin, b+tch
like what you mean? i keep glock 2+3 on me
i don’t do no ig beef, he run up, he finna eat
hot sh+t, fill him up with heat
dropped him, he got shot by me
opp ho, she get knocked by me
drop that dot, we spin for weeks
it’s gon’ be a murder scene

- lil mon lyrics

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