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michael blume – r u mad (john “j-c” carr & bill coleman mix) lyrics

[verse 1: michael blume]
i’m on my knees
it’s three o’clock
right up the street
i’m ’bout to drop
one thirty six
or fred your earth
i got a donut on the bay

say pretty please (pretty, pretty please)
or we won’t stop (no, we won’t stop)
don’t be a tease (don’t be a tease)
don’t be a thot (don’t be a thot)
bring me to tears (bring me to tears)
bring me right here (bring me right here)
i like it sweet (i like it sweet)
or like a pill (right like a pill)

[chorus 1]
are you mad that i’m g-y?
are you mad that i’m g-y?
are you mad that i’m g-y?
are you mad that i’m g-y?
are you mad that i’m–

[verse 2: michael blume]
i’m in the back
i’m on the bus
want to get off
i’m in a rush
i’m runnin’ late
don’t come too soon
i’m so confused
but let’s resume

do you smoke weed?
i got the fumes
what’s your name?
i’m michael blume
bring me to tears (bring me to tears)
bring me right here (bring me right here)
i like it sweet (i like it sweet)
or like a pill (right like a pill)

[chorus 1]
are you mad that i’m g-y?
are you mad that i’m g-y?
are you mad that i’m g-y?
are you mad that i’m g-y?
are you mad that i’m–

[verse 3: shea couleé]
it’s 2 am
i’m on my back (back, back)
rollin’ in coins (coins)
countin’ my stacks (countin’ stacks)
eyebrows on fleek (fleek)
my face is beat (yeah)
you clockin’ in
but, i’m countin’ sheep

you wanna get with me, i expect the finest
you can be my knight and i’ll be your highness
gucci, fendi, prada, too
and i’m steppin’ on these heels with my bl–dy shoes
miss thing, you don’t wanna mess with me
’cause your man just took me on a shopping spree
’cause fifteen grand on my company
bum b-tches like you give it up for free

[chorus 2]
are you mad that i’m paid?
are you mad that i’m paid? (paid)
are you mad that i slay? (slay)
are you mad that i’m shea? (shea)
why you mad tho?

[verse 4: peppermint]
got the baseball bat, ’bout to break backs (swing)
still the best piece of -ss that my ex had
someone take my jacket and hone my back
’cause i’m about to blow up like a meth lab
b-tch you mad, ’cause y’all can’t do what i do
smooth chocolate skin but no facetune (what)
you mad, ’cause here’s where your buck stops
your man g-ssin’ me up like it’s a truck stop (ooh)
like beyoncé with your band on the bleachers
f-ck boys up to my -ss like bleachers (ew)
i ain’t a housewife me, keep the peaches
i rock a two-piece on all the beaches
you made a smooth rap but, oh baby here
got you fallin’ off the pack like a baby here
i’m not only the leader, i’m a pioneer
got you reachin’ for the sky like a cop for here

[bridge: michael blume]
stumble in and i saw it
like a tiger, i pawed it
i like the piece so i bought it
i like it all so i brought it
i like the code and i flawed it
yes, you can applaud it
i’ll make this and you’ll want it
i’ll hate this and you’ll want it

[chorus 1 – variation]
are you mad that i’m-
are you mad that i’m-
are you mad that i’m-
are you mad that i’m g-y?
are you mad that i’m g-y?
are you mad that i’m g-y?
are you mad that i’m g-y?
are you mad that i’m–
are you mad that i’m–

[outro: peppermint]
are you mad that he’s g-y?
are you mad that he’s g-y?
i’ma call my cousin trey
oh, now you wanna play?
you’re such a cliché
sashay away

- michael blume lyrics

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