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splitzismyname - mad dog lyrics

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[intro]
you ain’t doin’ sh+t

[verse]
yuh, yow
i’m a mad dog
.45 hit him in his wig, knock his cap off
you ain’t with the sh+t, p+ssy n+gga need to back off
like, i got a b+tch, ain’t no need for me to jack off
yuh, leave him in the past
sh+lls from the pump+shot put him on his ass
this sh+t ain’t been the same since the day they said i f+ckin’ crashed
let’s have us both pull up with them chops and see who run like flash
fah, fah, fah, fah
now he runnin’ fast
you don’t want me call my clan, ’cause we could f+ckin’ clash
all these fake+bangin’ rappers, man, that sh+t is ass
put that f+ckin’ microphone down, that sh+t is trash
yuh, yuh, hop out the coupe
b+tch, i’m lookin’ for my opps, like i’m scooby+doo
b+tch, i don’t use bandlab, i use fruity loops
chopper put a hole up in your head like a froot loop
knockin’ n+ggas down like the twin towers
chopper sweep his cut ,like he austin powеrs
send a dead n+gga to the dovеs like he took a shower
locked in to the stu for, like, seven hours
you just pulled up, say you got a chop, n+gga, where it’s at?
n+gga pulled up in some fake j’s, n+gga, what is that?
call up soulja boy, he gon’ crank dat
that n+gga ran down on the gang, now he a face tat
d+mn, now he another name
that n+gga got caught up in his whip for reppin’ other gangs
see the diamond on that n+gga neck, and i’ma sn+tch the chain
because i got a b+tch that i could f+ck, i don’t like runnin’ trains
(fah, fah, fah, fah)
i’m tryna see his brain
took the b.b. off the f+ckin’ belt, and made a n+gga hang
too much f+ckin’ water on my wrist, it’s from my n+gga aang
that n+gga went up in that court and snitched, that n+gga f+ckin’ sang
yow, all my n+ggas snakes
even though my first name is jake, i don’t f+ck with jakes
tryna lock in for the bread, you a f+ckin’ fake
i’m schizophrenic with my screws loose, runnin’ crazy 8s
that b+tch a gold digger, she on chaturbate
the s+x a call away, i don’t m+st+rbate
my n+gga, you not real, you not actual
i hop on the mic, and i spit factual
[outro]
yuh
yow!



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