Correction Lyrics I’m Mad by Chief Keef

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Woo Woo

Ridin around smoking stank
Got ben Franklins all in my bank
Dirty hoes all on my face
f**k n***as all in my way
Cash, that's all that I take
Fake n***as, all that I hate
Can't smoke what you n***as smoke grey
That loud pack, all I wanna taste
n***as mad, cause I'm getting that cash
b*t*h, you can kiss my ass
You be getting money, my bad
You ain't getting money, I laugh
She came in, left in a cab
I can't take your moves my bad
I'm tired of f**kin', I'm sad
I'm tired of f**kin', I'm mad

I'm smoking on this dope
Laughing to the bank like hahaha
If a n***a try to take my guap
Then that choppa hit his ass like grah grah grah
pu**y don't know to get back back back
You ain't tryna go, b*t*h, get out of my car
I don't wanna f**k anyway, I just want some top
Because I heard the pu**y hot hot hot
I f**k sisiters and mamama's
Say you getting money, n***a, blah blah blah
f**k around and walk in the house
And Almighty Sosa be f**king yo moms in the couch
Feds on my ass like alarms on a house
They lock a n***a up, then I'm bondin' right out
But you still sittin' your broke ass in a jail cell, 1500 to get out
I don't wife hoes, n***as runnin' in and out
Keep a gun in the car, a gun in the house
I don't like n***as that be running they mouth
Steady saying this and that, but they know they all lying
b*t*h, I'm too busy getting money all the time
His b*t*h wanna f**k, she got puppy dog eyes

Ridin around smoking stank
Got ben Franklins all in my bank
Dirty hoes all on my face
f**k n***as all in my way
Cash, that's all that I take
Fake n***as, all that I hate
Can't smoke what you n***as smoke grey
That loud pack, all I wanna taste
n***as mad, cause I'm getting that cash
b*t*h, you can kiss my ass
You be getting money, my bad
You ain't getting money, I laugh
She came in, left in a cab
I can't take your moves my bad
I ain't tryna f**kin', I'm sad
I ain't tryna f**kin', I'm mad

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