Y U Mad Lyrics

I pull a four in a banana fanta, picked up my hoes and went straight to Atlanta

I am the black Madonna, he tryna see my twins like Tia and Tamara

He wanna fuck me today and tomorrow, he wanna fuck then mi casa tu casa

I'm going off the Casa-

Migos,, bitch I takeoff like a Migos,, I flex on that bitch, I'm a ten, she a zero

I am higher than an astronaut, you say you that girl, but bitch you are not

You're a thotty to hottie, you can't be stopped

Stop, stop, stop

Don't play on my top

You could get shot

Shot in your top

Bitches mad

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Bitch is mad

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I do shit they wish they had

You a mess

You look stressed

Say your prayers

Bitch be blessed

I could've did you, but I spared you

Glad I don't look like, what I've been through

I just flex on your bitch, I don't mean to

I'ma always be that bitch, so you need to catch a grip boo

Blow too sick, baby, I just need the tissue

If it's smoke, put your issue

I'll say it to your face, bitch, I don't gotta diss you

They call me Ms. Bitch, but I'll never fucking miss you

Send a shot, I'll hit you

This pistol will dismiss you

Bitches mad

Get a life

Why you mad

Get a bag

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Bitches mad

Get a life

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Get a bag

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Bitch is mad

Get a life

Why you mad

Get a bag

Why you

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Bitch is mad

Get a life

Why you mad

Get a bag

Why you

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