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lil west - wym lyrics

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(intro)
[lil west]

why you mad?
why you mad?
i dropped my main ho and my side b-tch now they mad
i tried to mate her and my side b-tch now they mad

(hook)
[lil west]

why you mad?
why you mad?
i dropped my main ho and my side b-tch now they mad
i f-cked a new b-tch threw the deuces then i dash
why you mad?
why you mad?
why you mad?
why you mad?
i dropped my main ho and my side b-tch now they mad
i f-cked a new b-tch threw the deuces then i dash
why you mad?
why you mad?
why you mad?

(verse 1)
[lil west]

why you mad?
this lil b-tch gon’ give me top because i rap
she tried to f-ck me cause there’s ice around my neck
f-ck up out my face lil b-tch before i snap
oh she mad, she in her bag
i moved her in and kicked her out, it made me laugh
i give her d-ck until she sick, she call me dad
all these b-tches really dos but swear they bad

(hook)
[lil west]

why you mad?
why you mad?
i dropped my main ho and my side b-tch now they mad
i f-cked a new b-tch threw the deuces then i dash
why you mad?
why you mad?
why you mad?
why you mad?
i dropped my main ho and my side b-tch now they mad
i f-cked a new b-tch threw the deuces then i dash
why you mad?
why you mad?
why you mad?

(verse 2)
[ 21 savage]

why you mad?
every single pocket, n-gg- i got cash
21 savage rubberband on racks
got 100,000 dollars in my attic
i got gas comin’ in through the mail
so much weed, i d-mn near broke the scale
when slaughter gang pull up, n-gg- call 12
all these bricks, they think i’m with the cartel

(hook)
[lil west]

why you mad?
why you mad?
i dropped my main ho and my side b-tch now they mad
i f-cked a new b-tch threw the deuces then i dash
why you mad?
why you mad?
why you mad?
why you mad?
i dropped my main ho and my side b-tch now they mad
i f-cked a new b-tch threw the deuces then i dash
why you mad?
why you mad?
why you mad?

(verse 3)
[lil west]

all this rap
rick owens and supreme, i’m popping tags
i wear mason, throw like 50 in the trash
she my louie balenciaga on the bags
red juice, red gas
got my white boys shootin’, call them nash
i got b-tches in my crib, they poppin’ zans
n-gg-s said they need a feature, i need bands
p-ssy n-gg- i need bands



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