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Tytuł: Madd @ me

  • Wykonawca: Chingy
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   [Chorus]
  They mad at me
  Check got Os, diamonds in my chain (they mad at me)
  Good got Jordan’s, the sun in my Range (they mad at me)
  Pass by don’t speak to the hatas (they mad at me)
  House got marble floors and escalators (they mad at me)
  Guess they ain’t neva seen a playa (they mad at me)
  My girl in Luis that and Fendi this (they mad at me)
  
  [Verse 1]
  Ain’t my fault, smooth
  Can’t eve ride down the street without somebody screamin
  The woman love me and even the fellas be teamin
  But see I hate male groupies, so jus steop the hell off
  Look but don’t touch as I bail off, handle, wheel, and the clutch
  I love what I’m doin ?? Support me and stop the hate
  If I gave you 50 Gs to shut up you’d be straight
  Sike, It won’t happen
  Look hurr I ain’t jus rappin
  I make it happen, like a captain, 2nd to none, I’m draftin
  Holdin my own, I’m grown and do what I choose to
  Ya like the blueberry Bentley
  Though I ain’t hurr to amuse you
  I got a safe in a place you will prolly never find it
  Bein mad at me like bein mad at the game
  I designed it
  
  [Chorus]
  
  Ay, look at the rims on that car (tire screech)
  Uh, dubs rub the cizzurb
  Got the drink and izzerb
  Floatin thought the city, man I gottz leave the subizzurb
  Man, with the tvs and the wood expand, front to back
  Plus and that flat flask black max, in the trunk you pump
  Never take what I earn
  Jus made a million plus, we got money to burn
  Catch me in the quarter ?? Wit the triple arm
  Hoppin out G’d up, dangling my DTP charm
  Gotta get in and I’m wit it, it’s a must
  I talk it, you see that gold
  If you want it, it’s a must
  You walk it
  Baby blue Benz, old school, 74 hoe next to the blue and grey Rolls wit the blue and grey doles
  Yea
  
  [Chorus]
  
  Yo, national bridge I’m headin to
  Uh, O’Fallon mark the spot
  On Sunday Buck be heated
  Cuz we peep 2s that’ll make you need to live or treat it
  I hustle wit the raps like ounces of crack
  Weigh it to my playa, sharp fools play it up
  Never let a freak stroll, keep hoes on hold
  Jus to talk to me, exciting like the Rams Superbowl
  And I put that on goals if I don’t blow now I’ma repo this whole industry and its gon go down
  W’sup wit it
  See me glow in the dark
  Catch me in the Northwest plaza buyin up the large
  I paid my dues, don’t get mad, jus let me ball
  When they see lil Howard they gon be like naaaawww
  
  [Chorus]