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Moneybagg Yo

Mad Face Sad Face

 

Mad Face Sad Face

(album: Federal 3X - 2017)


I pull up asking questions like what the business is
Is this a game or is this shit for real?
Even though she mad she still gon' fuck me still
Ain't gotta ask no questions, all my diamonds real, hey
And I don't drink that drank unless I pop the seal
And don't compare me to no local, I got global skills
If it's pressure, let me know
If it ain't then let it go
Smoking pressure with your ho
Get her high than burn her out

I left her with the mad face, sad face
I'm the hottest in this shit, can't be replaced
I hopped out the Aston then hopped in Wraith
I'm out the hood but my swag outer space
Bitch asking questions like are you okay?
I'm like hold up, hold up, bitch stay in your place

Now everybody wanna hate and diss
Everybody wanna reminisce
Back when a nigga wasn't having shit
They tried to ask for shit and I wouldn't give 'em shit
You wasn't fucked up, you wasn't broke with me
Table YG, they on go with me
Got on Tino shoes and a coat with it
Where your hood at? I'ma post in it
You ain't shit nigga, you a bitch nigga
Fuck you and everybody you with nigga
Ice on my neck and my fist nigga
Look at Mario, he a rich nigga
And I don't diss, I make statements
Play with me, shit gon' get crazy
The lean got me driving Ms. Daisy
Boy take this shit off, you fugazi
It just me, a kush blunt, cup of lean in the booth
Pussy nigga I'm the truth
I'm acting like I never had shit
Driving the coupe, throwing money out the roof
She call me over, I'm smashing
Then I go poof, I got too much shit to do
The pieces I'm rocking expensive
Wet like a pool, shitted on 'em, number two

Mad face, sad face
I'm the hottest in this shit, can't be replaced
I go federal, federal, might catch me a case
I just might up the burner on my waist
I just might wig and just spray the whole place
I want the money with Ben on the face
Mad face, sad face
I'm the hottest in this shit, can't be replaced
Mad face, sad face
I'm the hottest in this shit, can't be replaced, hey

done

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