Don’t Be Mad lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
You know you have to tell people to just calm down a lil' bit, you know?
(Don't be mad) Tone it all the way the eff down
Here we go, yeah

[Chorus]
We are not the same (Same), I'm on some other sh*t (sh*t)
Can't do it like, can't do it like, can't get it like this
Don't be mad (Don't be), don't be mad (Don't be)
Don't be mad (Don't be, a-don't be, a-don't be, b*tch)

[Verse 1]
I'm on my mogo (Yeah), racks at my disposal
You ain't in my lane, ain't f*ckin' with my mojo (Nah)
How we do it over here, everything jumbo (Big)
And nothin' else matters, man, we call that sh*t a "no-go" (Uh-uh)
I'm a star (Star), I shine bright (Bright)
On the bad days, still have a good night
Maybe that's why these b*tches got a lot of spite (Eww)
Can you ease up up my sh*t, you bucketload of parasites? (Ah)
Flip 'em off (Off), the middle finger (Finger)
Butt so big, poke they ass with my stinger (Bzzz, ow)
I gotta leave 'em in suspense (Uh-huh) and let 'em linger (Hey)
Might let 'em at to rub my feet, the ringleader (Rasheeda)
I'm such a diva, don't be mad (Don't be mad)
Was that a dab? (Huh?) You're such a f*ckin' crab (f*ckin' crab)
You need some swag, here you go, you can have it (Here, here)
My style so crazy, gotta wear a straight jacket (Ooh-wow)
[Chorus]
We are not the same (Same), I'm on some other sh*t (sh*t)
Can't do it like, can't do it like, can't get it like this
Don't be mad (Don't be), don't be mad (Don't be)
Don't be mad (Don't be, a-don't be, a-don't be, b*tch)
Don't be a hater, throw me under the bus (Bus)
As you can see the BBC, don't really give a f*ck (f*ck)
Don't be mad (Don't be), don't be mad (Don't be)
Don't be mad (Don't be, a-don't be, a-don't be)

[Verse 2]
Okay, see we go hard, that's just how we do (Do)
The chicks in my crew got that stupid revenue (You know)
Tryna play "catch it"? Better get your running shoe
'Cause shawty, we big sh*t, big rows of tissue (Hey, hey)
Yeah, hol' on (Hol' on), Chanel bag swag (Swag)
You ain't f*ckin' with the kid, old glad trash bag
Gotta feed 'em with a long spoon, this why he's so fine-tuned
You faker than a cartoon, I'm hotter than the month of June (Woo, damn)
Now take that to the bank (Bank)
You're just insecure, that's why you always quick to hate (Lame)
A real b*tch focus on they K (K)
Steppin' sh*t up, lift my feet, then I plank (Plankin')
They feel me comin' like a bad toothache (Ow)
Make a b*tch regroup, take a long spring break (See ya)
Yeah, I'm a boss (I'm a boss), don't be mad (Don't be mad)
Is you feelin' yo' self, sis? Them fake tits, and ass (Ha)
[Chorus]
We are not the same (Same), I'm on some other sh*t (sh*t)
Can't do it like, can't do it like, can't get it like this
Don't be mad (Don't be), don't be mad (Don't be)
Don't be mad (Don't be, a-don't be, a-don't be)
Don't be a hater, throw me under the bus (Bus)
As you can see the BBC, don't really give a f*ck (f*ck)
Don't be mad (Don't be), don't be mad (Don't be)
Don't be mad (Don't be, a-don't be, a-don't be)

[Outro]
(Haha)
You know you have to tell people to just calm down a lil' bit, you know?
Just, tone it all the way the eff down
You know what, Rasheeda?
I told know not to goddamn take 'em in
'Cause these b*tches swag, now you gave these b*tches the recipe to [?]
We gon' teach these b*tches, man
It's Boss b*tch Music, baow, ayy