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lunchbox - madea lyrics

[chorus]
hah (hah, hah) (hi, pink)
they be mad i don’t need ’em, uh (haha)
my b+tch mad i be high (woah)
get too mad, i might leave her (woah, hah)
and my bro uppin’ glocks, uh (woah)
make a call, he might leave ya (woah, hah)
n+ggas try provin’ they not, uh (woah)
i might call up madea (woah, hah)

[verse]
(b+tch) oh, oh, oh
we goin’ crazy, they said now them n+ggas like, “oh no, no” (oh, oh)
and how come n+ggas get mad you depend on ya own? oh, oh (b+tch)
he try to run up, we blast him into the ozone, oh, oh
i just got some new racks (racks, racks, racks)
i swear my sh+t up ’cause, b+tch, i was doin’ so bad, hah (yeah)
rick owen cargos, i did so much sh+t, i need [?] (flip, flip, hah)
bro at wells fargo for weeks, we was doing them [?] (flip, flip, hah, hah)
new audi (ooh)
f+ck a 392, new audi (hah+ah, ooh)
i be with them hot boys like i knew bobby (ooh)
i’m in love with thеse drugs, got me too vibey (woah+woah, ooh)
got thеm new glasses on, it’s a new vibe (ooh)
got new money, new thots, it’s a new vibe (woah+woah, ooh)
sh+t so real, it ain’t nothin’ they can do ’bout me (ooh)
uh, gettin’ all these new bucks, i got two shawties (woah+woah, ooh)
[chorus]
hah (ooh, ooh)
they be mad i don’t need ’em, uh (haha)
my b+tch mad i be high (woah)
get too mad, i might leave her (woah, hah)
and my bro uppin’ glocks, uh (woah)
make a call, he might leave ya (woah, hah)
n+ggas try provin’ they not, uh (woah)
i might call up madea (woah, hah)

[outro]
(b+tch, woah, woah)
(b+tch, hah, b+tch, hah, huh)
(b+tch, b+tch, oh, hah)
(b+tch, hah, hah, b+tch, hah, hah+ah)

- lunchbox lyrics

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