Correction Lyrics Don’t Be Mad At Me (Remix) by Problem

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Problem – “Don’t Be Mad At Me (Remix)” (Feat. Freddie Gibbs & Snoop Dogg)

Mad at me
Uh (Uh)
You know what I like
Bitch
Uh, from the byke, you know what I like

I like to fuck her while she mad at me (Yeah)
She throw a fit and throw that ass at me (Yeah)
She said if sex was a weapon, I’ll let you blast at me (Yeah)
That foreign thing cost 200 grand, on my grandpappy (Uh)
Got my baby mamas DM’ing like “Can you CashApp me? (Yeah, yeah)
Fuck her once and vamonos
Think you know designer clothes (Nah)
They should put me in the PGA, I play a lot of holes
Tiger Gibbs, I hit a Spanish bitch out of Italian Vogue
Flip a ho like eighty, I’m [?], you ’bout to spin the glob (Spin the globe)
Pussy wasn’t one but I wast twisted off the neck, bitch
Made about like [?] Cuban [?], see I’m connected
Lawyers got my back, so you can’t [?] me out of check, bitch (Haha)
Pictures of these VV’s on IG done got you wet, bitch (Haha)
Uh, on the set, bitch

I don’t like it when you mad at me, girl, don’t be mad at me (What?)
I don’t like it when you mad at me, girl, don’t be mad at me
I don’t like it when you mad at me, girl, don’t be mad at me
Yeah, I don’t like it when you mad at me

I’m tired of sayin’ sorry for the same shit
Damn near lost my queen, fucking ’round with that lame bitch (What? What? What?)
Ashamed of myself ’cause I shamed you
Good or bad, right or wrong, we always bang through
The BS or we went out the ES
You wanna buy the mall, I’ma let her no PS
Cars, purses (What?), diamonds, VS
Real ghetto love (Ayy), two steppin’ at the GS (Come on)
You’re thicky thick, go and shake it for me baby (Baby)
Picture perfect, let me take it for you baby (Baby)
No cap, I ain’t shit without you
And I put that on my momma, I’d die for you baby boo
(Baby boo, baby boo)

Damn, I see that lil’ look you givin’ me, oh yeah
Light the sage, let’s exchange energy
Nah, I get stupid, you know your man
Do you forgive me, baby? I know you can, know you can
Don’t be actin’ like you don’t want to (For real)
You may not want me, but I sure want you
And lettin’ you stay mad is what I sure won’t do
‘Cause I’m your nigga and you my boo
No matter what (What)
Girl, you wanna run home, go ‘head, batter up
See me, I’m tryna go up, baby, ladder up
I ain’t lettin’ my ego shatter us
And now both of our mamas all mad at us?
Hell nah, come here

I don’t like it when you mad at me, girl, don’t be mad at me
I don’t like it when you mad at me, girl, don’t be mad at me

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