yrb papii - why you mad? lyrics
(verse 1)
know i came with the bag when i walked in
people starin in the club like that’s him (on my god!)
only ever want a fam, i don’t want friends
only friend i got is blue his name is benjamin
i pull up and grab the bag and then i dip out it
i been dealin since a baby yeah i been bout it
to the backend from the show and bought a big body
skrrt skrrt pullin off with your b+tch probably
uh one two, one two
feelin like i’m diggy boy just give me the loot
i ain’t f+ckin with designer but i drip to the shoes
you told yo b+tch it’s me or you, but it ain’t nothin to choose (ha!)
real sh+t dog, this ain’t no equation
me and her be on thе beach, while you still down in the basеment
first statement, yeah papii the goat
second statement, get my d+ck in her throat
i’m a boss ass baby yeah that’s how i was raised
y’all been hatin for a while but i’m still getting paid
backstage, front page, and these b+tches be cray
i can still take your b+tch at the end of the day
what’s up?
(hook)
why you mad?
why you mad?
why you mad lil homie?
why you mad?
why you mad?
why you mad?
boy you need to stop talkin and go get you a bag
i said
why you mad?
why you mad?
why you mad lil homie?
why you mad?
why you mad?
why you mad?
stop worrying bout these b+tches that you thought that you had
i said
(verse 2)
take a pen, a piece of paper, hop in the sprinter
all i ever speak is fax so i don’t need a printer
i exaggerate a little i’m just being honest
but i’ll be rich before i’m 20 homie that’s a promise
i ain’t got too many b+tches, i ain’t got a milli
i’m just kidding i got b+tches, that was kinda silly
got some vv’s for the neck and now i’m feelin chilly
i’m the freshman to the city, i ain’t come from philly
ain’t no purpose to this song, i’m just talkin my sh+t
talkin bout a lotta money and a lil bitty b+tch
talkin bout a lotta diamonds that i got on my wrist
punch you in the mouth, some diamonds gonna give you a kiss
y’all can’t do it like papii
took me bout 20 minutes, made this song and it’s poppin
i’m just tryna get rich, get ricch like roddyl
i’m just doin my thing ain’t n0body gon stop me
so
(hook)
why you mad?
why you mad?
why you mad lil homie?
why you mad?
why you mad?
why you mad?
boy you need to stop talkin and go get you a bag
i said
why you mad?
why you mad?
why you mad lil homie?
why you mad?
why you mad?
why you mad?
stop worrying bout these b+tches that you thought that you had
i said
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