Correction Lyrics Why U Mad by Tony Shhnow

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(Don't play with him)
Yeah, aye
Yeah

Why the f**k you mad at me for?
Prolly' cause' these hoes goin' and the check don't stop
It ain't my fault that you tryna live what you not
I want it, I get it, I need it, I got it
She want see me, call me when she hot
can't be what he not
Before he bail he could play, get knocked
They pray I fail but that check don't stop
Versace, Medusa, it's stones on my neck and my wristwatch too
You put on my shoes and I'm still not you
She say I'm the one, I do what I got to
If I didn't have no cash in the streets I would just use my face card
Report got a F and I got a F but if you try to shoot wе let K's talk
Pullup with a pound, I'm a big dog

You try to cap we take your lid off
Put your hands in thе air like the tip-off
Make a play in my field and get picked off
In your hood I move weight like I'm Rick Ross
These rap n***as sorry as f**k
If he talkin' bout' birds then he prolly' a duck
If I said it, I mean it, you know that it's up
like a remix anybody get touched
My b*t*h got a bag and a attitude
Used to have five on it, now I'm in Saks Fifth Avenue
Go get the chicken, know what to do
I keep it true in these True Religions like I'm supposed to do
I treat your b*t*h like she nun' but she eat me like comfort food
But she don't get comfortable
I'm gettin' money, confuse me with Huxtables
I want a meal, your b*t*h eat me like Lunchables

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