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Smooky MarGielaa

You Mad

 

You Mad


Pow
Pow, pow
Pew, pew, pew
Oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh

You getting mad 'cause I ain't picking up my phone
You ain't the one, I swear I'd rather be alone

I'm getting older, I see her world getting colder
Think my vision getting clearer, I see a bossman in the mirror

I meant everything I said
There's nothing I said that I regret
There was times I was down
And you left my ass on read
Came from the trenches catching felonies
All my brothers can't fly out of state
Tell the judge to suck a D
Huh, you never care what I been through
You only want the green
In school, every day I had a issue
I swear I had to leave
I told my teachers, "I swear I'm gon' miss you"
Now look how big I be
They wanna be like me
Go get me some new [?]
Yes, it's helping me to see
Too much on my mind, I can't fall asleep
On that ten-hour flight, ain't get no sleep

You getting mad 'cause I ain't picking up my phone (Oh, oh-oh)
You ain't the one, I swear I'd rather be alone
You ain't the one, I swear, you ain't the one, I swear
You ain't the one, I swear I'd rather be alone

I'm getting older, I see her world getting colder
Think my vision getting clearer, I see a bossman in the mirror

Twenty bitches'll come 'cause they check for the youngest in charge
Twenty bitches for the fit on a nigga
One day I'ma be rich, I told mom, "I'm a star"
Just a young nigga making lil' raps on the phone
I ain't know I was gon' ever make it this far
I never know you was gon' be a dove
I was really in love with you, got out your place
You texting all these other niggas, learn from these niggas
They ain't call me, telling my bae (Ayy)
I'm on my time, I'ma keep on just getting paid, ayy
(Oh, oh)

You getting mad
You getting mad
You getting mad 'cause I ain't picking up my phone (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
You ain't the one, I swear I'd rather be alone
You ain't the one, I swear, you ain't the one, I swear
You ain't the one, I swear I'd rather be alone

Ooh, ooh, ooh

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