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mad at me - ji beats lyrics

(intro)
i can’t say what i want cause my b*tch gon’ get mad at me, ight

(hook)
aight, huh
i can’t say what i want, cause my b*tch gon’ get mad at me
n*ggas just talkin’ all that sh*t, n*ggas just talkin’ blasphemy
n*gga don’t run up, cause you know that i be trigger happy
sports mode in the foreign, b*tch, you n*ggas ain’t gon’ get past me

(verse 1)
b*tch said i’m fly as f*ck, said i dress better than ranch
i ain’t got my gun on me if you see me out with blanch
cpl’y on us n*gga, we ain’t finna throw no hands
i ain’t gotta scam no more, cause i’m bringin’ my own bands
but it’s still f*ck the atf and still f*ck the government
and i’m still gettin’ bands out a b*tch, it’s a covenant
lookin’ like your team ain’t ate, b*tch, you n*ggas need some suppluments
300 for my breakfast, but i’m still gon’ get some lunch again
200 for my brunch, and that sh*t ain’t got no appetizer
torched the blunt on the stove, cause a n*gga ain’t have no lighter
you really think your diamonds glow, but b*tch, mine glow brighter
i’ll really let this b*tch go, cause n*gga, i ain’t no fighter

n*gga thought sh*t was sweet, till he ran up and got hit
n*ggas droppin’ new music, b*tch, that sh*t is not it
b*tch, you ain’t got no motion, b*tch, you shop at hot topic
b*tch, you ain’t got no motion, b*tch, all you do is gossip
tryna run up on me, n*gga, where the f*ck is your logic?
b*tch tryna get with me, where the f*ck is your wallet?
the b*tch tryna choose on me, where the f*ck is your profit?
b*tch, lookin’ for my heart, but a n*gga really lost it
(hook)
i can’t say what i want, cause my b*tch gon’ get mad at me
n*ggas just talkin’ all that sh*t, n*ggas just talkin’ blasphemy
n*gga don’t run up, cause you know that i be trigger happy
sports mode in the foreign, b*tch, you n*ggas ain’t gon’ get past me

b*tch said i’m fly as f*ck, said i dress better than ranch
i ain’t got my gun on me if you see me out with blanch
cpl’y on us n*gga, we ain’t finna throw no hands
i ain’t gotta scam no more, cause i’m bringin’ my own bands
i ain’t gotta scam no more, but you know i got them bins
i ain’t worried about these n*ggas, i ain’t makin’ no new friends
i got designer on my feet, i ain’t never wore no timbs
i just poured me some drank, i can’t even feel my limbs
b*tch said i drive her crazy like a tire on some rims
shrooms got me in third person, like i’m playin’ sims
if you ain’t strapped in the crib, then i am not comin’ in
my n*ggas lookin’ for a safe, we playin’ knock*knock again

my n*ggas playin’ knock*knock, finna unlock the top lock
my b*tch shoot for top shots, accuracy is top notch
n*gga, that is not a rollie, b*tch, that’s a stopwatch
i told the b*tch time is money, finna hop up on the block
b*tch, see i’m gettin’ money, now she hoppin’ on the
b*tch, see i’m gettin’ money, now she hoppin’ in my business
i told the b*tch that she can stay, but i ain’t really want no children
now she pourin’ out her feelings, told the b*tch that i don’t feel em
(hook)
i can’t say what i want, cause my b*tch gon’ get mad at me
n*ggas just talkin’ all that sh*t, n*ggas just talkin’ blasphemy
n*gga don’t run up, cause you know that i be trigger happy
sports mode in the foreign, b*tch, you n*ggas ain’t gon’ get past me

- ji beats lyrics

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