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lil tecca - you mad/like me* lyrics

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[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

- lil tecca lyrics

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