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You Mad/Like Me*
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Pasto Flocco
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Lyrics from Snippets You mad Uh, uh, uh, uh You mad, you mad You mad that I'm gettin' these?racks You?mad, you mad You?mad that I'm gettin' these racks You?mad, you mad You mad that I'm gettin' these racks You mad,?you?mad And?none of these?n***as drippin' like?me None of these n***as like me I got your ho f**kin' with me I'm f**kin' these hoes since I'm fifteen I'm clappin' that sh*t like a f**kin' piece I hit Gucci, I need no receipts Five digits in twenty minutes at sixteen And, yeah, your b*t*h like me And none of these n***as, they like me I got a [?] go down Dissin' on the game, tell lil' n***a he a clown Run everyday, told my momma I'm proud B*t*h, I'm feelin' like the king, someone give me the crown She was fallin' in love, had to tell her slow down Spinnin' his block, yeah, we goin' around You know my n***a not gettin' a pound Feelin' like [?], screamin' like [?] Yeah, angelic Angelic, yeah, angelic Angelic, yeah, angelic Yeah, Pasto Flocco, yeah You mad, you mad You mad that I'm gettin' these racks You mad, you mad You mad that I'm gettin' these racks You mad, you mad You mad that I'm gettin' these racks You mad, you mad And none of these n***as drippin' like me None of these n***as like me I got your ho f**kin' with me I'm f**kin' these hoes since I'm fifteen I'm clappin' that sh*t like a f**kin' piece I hit Gucci, I need no receipts Five digits in twenty minutes at sixteen And, yeah, your b*t*h like me And none of these n***as, they like me But shawty she want me, I know It's a bag incoming F**kin' your b*t*h and she been comin' Had a dream, yeah, I been wantin' it In this sh*t, yeah, I been got it Slimin' n***as like I'm Lil Got** Took a lil' b*t*h to the tropics I don't rap, n***a, I just talk sh*t Why you mad? "I don't know" Gettin' sad on the low, get the pack on the low, I'm spazzin' out And n***as, they runnin' their mouth Remember when these n***as doubted She want an invite to my house Babygirl got me laughing Why you mad? "I don't know" Gettin' sad on the low, get the pack on the low, I'm spazzin' out And n***as, they runnin' their mouth Remember when these n***as doubted She want an invite to my house Babygirl got me laughing You mad, you mad You mad that I'm gettin' these racks You mad, you mad You mad that I'm gettin' these racks You mad, you mad You mad that I'm gettin' these racks You mad, you mad And none of these n***as drippin' like me None of these n***as like me I got your ho f**kin' with me I'm f**kin' these hoes since I'm fifteen I'm clappin' that sh*t like a f**kin' piece I hit Gucci, I need no receipts Five digits in twenty minutes at sixteen And, yeah, your b*t*h like me And none of these n***as, they like me
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