Why Dey Mad Lyrics

Woah

Woah

Woah

I don't even know why they mad, no

Niggas broke as hell, they mad I'm in my bag

I'm the same young nigga, pop perks

Sip lean inside the class, woah

Don't leave your hoe around, especially if she bad, no

Them niggas steady clickin' up

I told twin don't worry about it shhs,

Them niggas not with us

I put a grabba in my blunt to help the pain, I love the punch

My dawg won't get to see my son,

Who told us growing up was fun

Woah

AR-15,

Big as hell, the size of me

Prada shoes, Purple jeans,

Lil' hoe, you know we Pushin' P

My pockets need a fuckin' treadmill

The way they fuckin' eat

New 17, it's spittin' fluently,

It's sounding Vietnamese

Could've bought some fuckin' Nikes,

Sippin hunnid dolla lines

No, I ain't talkin' bout no sleep but bitch

I'm tired of all the lies

I try to see the best in her,

Cut my eyes I guess I'm blind

Man how you stab me in my back,

No chiropractor in my spine

I don't even know why they mad, no

Niggas broke as hell, they mad I'm in my bag

I'm the same young nigga, pop perks

Sip lean inside the class, damn

I told the hoe, I hit you once,

No comin' back

She love the color of my jeans,

I let the tag hang off my ass

She say yo pockets like a Biggie bag,

Them bitches gettin' fat

I told bro, go AMG man fuck the demon,

Fuck the scat

I'm smokin' Babe Ruth,

Knock me out the park, my blunt a bat

Damn

Told them niggas move around,

Bitch, we see you clickin' up

Go presidential with our truck,

We smokin' on ObamaRuntz

I took his hoe, hit her on the floor, I'm bigger

Shoulda heard her cuss

Don't fuckin' call me while you with him,

Bitch, I don't wanna hear y'all fuss

(I Swear to God)

Just play the game and play your role

I just sent your bitch 2 hunnid,

She want acrylic on her toes

Them niggas never lockin' in,

That bitch ain't neva kicked no doors

If you know your bitch a flirt,

Go make her squirt and by a rose

If you know your bitch a eater,

Trust me, nigga better leave her

I done fucked so many nigga hoes,

You hit mine call it even

Feel like I'm losin' every battle,

Pray to God, like, "what's the reason?"

Just take your time,

I'm not perfect, but I swear I'm worthy keepin

I don't even know why they mad,

(At All)

Niggas broke as hell, they mad I'm in my bag

I'm the same young nigga, pop perks

Sip lean inside the class, woah

Don't leave your hoe around, especially if she bad

Damn,

Them niggas steady clickin' up

I told twin don't worry about it shhs,

Them niggas not with us

I put a grabba in my blunt to help the pain, I love the punch

My dawg won't get to see my son,

Who told us growing up was fun

Damn

Long Live the Bros,

Free the Bros,

All of em

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