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Hey, Big Seth, these niggas mad, nigga Grind time, nigga Oh, why you mad son? These niggas and chicks be walkin' around all night and shit Why you mad nigga? Ayo, you mad nigga (Why you mad motherfucker?) Let's go, aye I wake up, wash the balls, and it's grind time While I'm here, I take it back like your hairline I came up from hidin' weed in my bantams Now I'm electric, the block know I shakakon High school chicks said, Red to never make it Now they old ass in my Gram, gettin' naked Fuck you, I'm trying to Maximilian Cash me, whipping a ride, I'm Uncle Willie's son (Let it go) Broke niggas stay yappin' like they get the bag Plottin' on your downfall with they snitchin' ass If his boys get him gas, then he gets mad Just know I keep the sticks like white boy Rick dad Boy, I love provin' haters wrong (Yeah) Livin' my best life, I learned from little Duval (Waddup?) My money three feet tall, but I got respect And you rich, and I'm not impressed Eat a Duval Letras de cancionesAyo, put your hands up in the sky (C'mon) A lot of people mad, and don't ask me why (C'mon) You say that you a boss, but your nose in mine Why you looking all mad? 'Cause you're dyin' tryin' Are you mad, nigga? (Why you mad, bro?) Are you mad, nigga? (Why you mad, fucker?) I'm Mr. Cream, and I'm a Brick City bad boy Tongue out, middle finger to the tabloids I can give it to these niggas like they asked for it Then pull up like, fuck, boy, what you mad for? (Why you mad, nigga?) They poked a bear, and I'm woke now With my three, five, seven out of Oak Town I can turn your lobby city to a ghost town (Let's go) Set up shop, then Gilla shut the coast down (Coast down) Ha, I'm something special, keep an eye on me Plus, I got a pack of mammals that'll ride for me And honestly, I hear him talkin', it don't bother me (Nah) I modestly turn this bitch into a robbery (Let's go, Cream) It's Gilla House until my veins pop And where they test, they get left in the same spot Mr. Cream, get mad if you wanna I promise ain't no future if you're fuckin' up my commas Ayo, put your hands up in the sky (C'mon) A lot of people mad, and don't ask me why (C'mon) You say that you a boss, but your nose in mine Why you looking all mad? 'Cause you're dyin' tryin' Are you mad, nigga? (Why you mad, bro?) Are you mad, nigga? (Why you mad, fucker?) My nigga, get off your ass and get on your grind And stop cryin' about the same shit all the time (Yeah) You whinin', complainin' ass niggas be the lamest (Yeah) Your hugs and handshakes as fake as your chain is (Hater) It's written all over your face A body shot will have you shittin' all over the place Niggas turn super ugly when they see my squad They bitch ass get mad, wanna key my car (It's gilla) We get it popping like two choppers Shoot like Tupac when he heard Who Shot Ya (Feel me) Step in the hood, better check in with us I'm the plug for the bud and the Mexican mud Now you all mad Mr. Mean mug, so gangsta Ay bro, check out my mixtape No thank you (Fuck outta here) I laugh at y'all little amateurs Stay with your day job, you motherfuckin' janitor Fix your face Ayo, put your hands up in the sky (C'mon) A lot of people mad, and don't ask me why (C'mon) You say that you a boss, but your nose in mine Why you looking all mad? 'Cause you're dyin' tryin' Are you mad, nigga? (Why you mad, bro?) Are you mad, nigga? (Why you mad, fucker?) Let's go 75 degrees on the East Coast 85 degrees on the West Coast 95 degrees in Miami As we take y'all on a ride in the W2 album But y'all know what it's time for Let's get to the story of Soopaman Lover From Letras Mania