Jose Guapo, Famous Dex - Why You Mad lyrics
Famous Dex [Dexter Tiewon Gore Jr.] Chicago, Illinois.U.S.
[Jose Guapo, Famous Dex - Why You Mad lyrics]
Why you so mad, why you just hatin
I get that money, I'm straight
Go right to the cake, just bought me a wraith
Why you so mad, why you so mad
Why you so mad, fuck on your bitch
I just bought her a bag
Why you so mad, fuck your lil bitch
Just bought her a bag
I ain't even gotta brag
You can just tell from my bands
30 on me and it's rair, run up on me
And you end up in a bag
I ain't even mad, just go right to the cash
Bad bitches hit me right when the jet land
I'm feelin good, like Batman
And you know I got my gang, man
Run up on me, and you a dead man
Why you so mad, why you hate
I got that money, I'm straight
Fuck your lil bitch in her face
I bust on her face
Why you so mad, why you just hatin
I get that money, I'm straight
Go right to the cake, just bought me a wraith
Why you so mad, why you so mad
Why you so mad, fuck on your bitch
I just bought her a bag
I know they mad
They mad they ain't havin no cash
I'm in a new papertag
And you know it's back in black
I know they mad cause I fuckin they hoe
I know they mad cause they broke
And they have to get drove
Smokin on cookie, and smokin on dro
If your bitch ain't bad, then she gotta go
Fly nigga, yeah, they askin where my wings at
2 bitches askin where the strings at
Rich round 2, that's where the bling at
I been havin pain
I ain't askin where the Lean at
Niggas mad, but I ain't really give a fuck
Cause I'm out here runnin up
And these hoes wanna fuck
Why you so mad, why you just hatin
I get that money, I'm straight
Go right to the cake, just bought me a wraith
Why you so mad, why you so mad
Why you so mad, fuck on your bitch
I just bought her a bag
I get that money, I'm straight
Go right to the cake, just bought me a wraith
Why you so mad, why you so mad
Why you so mad, fuck on your bitch
I just bought her a bag
Why you so mad, fuck your lil bitch
Just bought her a bag
I ain't even gotta brag
You can just tell from my bands
30 on me and it's rair, run up on me
And you end up in a bag
I ain't even mad, just go right to the cash
Bad bitches hit me right when the jet land
I'm feelin good, like Batman
And you know I got my gang, man
Run up on me, and you a dead man
Why you so mad, why you hate
I got that money, I'm straight
Fuck your lil bitch in her face
I bust on her face
Why you so mad, why you just hatin
I get that money, I'm straight
Go right to the cake, just bought me a wraith
Why you so mad, why you so mad
Why you so mad, fuck on your bitch
I just bought her a bag
I know they mad
They mad they ain't havin no cash
I'm in a new papertag
And you know it's back in black
I know they mad cause I fuckin they hoe
I know they mad cause they broke
And they have to get drove
Smokin on cookie, and smokin on dro
If your bitch ain't bad, then she gotta go
Fly nigga, yeah, they askin where my wings at
2 bitches askin where the strings at
Rich round 2, that's where the bling at
I been havin pain
I ain't askin where the Lean at
Niggas mad, but I ain't really give a fuck
Cause I'm out here runnin up
And these hoes wanna fuck
Why you so mad, why you just hatin
I get that money, I'm straight
Go right to the cake, just bought me a wraith
Why you so mad, why you so mad
Why you so mad, fuck on your bitch
I just bought her a bag