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ralo - don't be madd lyrics

[intro: ralo & boosie badazz]
yeah, famgoon, boosie badazz
i’d be mad too

[verse 1: ralo]
i drop the top on the b-tch, 60k on my wrist
and if you talking ‘bout money, put my name on that list
i give my [?] a kiss, but i ain’t kissing no [?]
don’t ever shoot and you miss, ‘cause if you miss that’s your life
i spent a million on jewelry, i spent a million on cars
i spent two million for pakistan, that sh-t from akhbar
every dollar i get, i break that sh-t down to new
i never [?] with a crew, i look out for my n-ggas
they gonna make sh-t on straight, i tell ’em eat and you ate
don’t ever tell me you love me, i know that love turn to hate
they ask me why i keep rapping b-tch i got something to say
and if you ain’t here to help me then get yo’ -ss out my way

[chorus: ralo & boosie badazz]
i’d be mad too, yeah, i’d be mad (sh-t, you know, if i was broke as f-ck i’d be mad at him)
i’d be mad too (sh-t, if i ain’t had nothing going on like he ain’t got nothing going on, i’d be mad at him)
i’d be mad, yeah
i know that they was sure we doing bad i know i made them mad
they know i keep a pocket full of cash i’m never chasing that
they know i keep them shooters with me they will never catch me slip
the police come to f-ck my whip, they wanna give me a ticket, yeah (boosie badazz)

[verse 2: boosie badazz]
oh you mad, well n-gga look
i’m a gangster, i’m a crook
shoot you down in broad daylight, i don’t play by the book
my wrist look like the chandeliers in tyler perry’s house
stomp you, i’ll deal with it later, we gon’ take the scary route
b-tches see me and they shout, they love that d-ck, they c-mming
why you mad, you could f-ck the same hoes you was giving some money
get out your feelings, sweating my d-ck won’t make you no millions
i’d probably be mad if i couldn’t take care of my children, rock all you b-tches
but the shoe’s, on the other feet, remember you can’t f-ck with me
every n-gga ‘round me got bodies, i’m talking two or three
ralo we got guapo and these rap n-ggas ain’t you or me
we put it in they face so they can see

[chorus: ralo]
i’d be mad too, yeah, i’d be mad (sh-t, you know, if i was broke as f-ck i’d be mad at him)
i’d be mad too, yeah (sh-t, if i ain’t had nothing going on like he ain’t got nothing going on, i’d be mad at him)
i know that they was sure we doing bad i know i made them mad
they know i keep a pocket full of cash i’m never chasing that
they know i keep them shooters with me they will never catch me slip
the police come to f-ck my whip, they wanna give me a ticket

[verse 3: ralo]
old mad -ss n-gga you stressing i know you mad as f-ck
i just turned a b-tch down in the club and she was bad as f-ck
don’t look at my wrist that b-tch gon’ make a n-gga eye hurt
ahk sh-t, we poppin’ sh-t, but never poppin’ fireworks
i walked inside the club and i hurt these n-ggas feelings yeah
if i f-ck your b-tch, she gon’ finally f-ck a millionaire
i’m the type of n-gga, f-ck a b-tch, just to say i f-cked her
she can say i lied and sh-t, but she can never say i loved her
she can never take back that day that she sucked this d-ck, yeah
and i can never take back that day that i paid her rent, yeah
i know that n-gga mad as f-ck, your b-tch [?]
i ain’t ever ran for no man, i ran and bagged her

- ralo lyrics

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