You Mad Yet? lyrics

by

Master P


[Hook: Lil Wayne]
You mad? too bad
I'm with a bad b*tch with a new ass
I'm hot as Summers, you can ask Susan
I been had bands since Duran Duran, muthaf*cka
You mad? Cause you last
My b*tch pus*y feel like new land
Two Xans, a few grams
I'm gettin' money, spend it on new ramps, you mad?

[Verse 1: Turk]
Hot boy Turk f*ckin' with hot boy Tunechi
Free my n*gga Jeezy, beaches and a doobie
Word on the street and the pen, I'm a nuisance
Shoot a n*gga sober while he under the influence
Hey, you n*ggas mad, cuz I bubble like Jacuzzi
I do not recall if the judge wanna accuse me
Mad, cuz I'm passin' past you n*ggas like "excuse me"
Got a b*tch n*gga turnin' red, call him ruby
Yeah, I'm back in this muthaf*cka
Young T get sauce leakin' in this muthaf*cka
Leave a n*gga reekin' in a muthaf*cka
Back like surprise, no peekin' in this muthaf*cka
They mad cuz I ain't doin' bad
Hot boy don't want no problem, I just want my cash
But if you wanna go to war, I got my solider rag
Mad cuz I'm solid and you n*ggas plaid
Caitlyn Jenner, man, these n*ggas changin' faces
Take 'em to school and I'm stuntin' on the whole class
My b*tch get mad at me every time I c*m fast
I tell her that what she get for tryna come last
Then eat the pus*y like a Kit-Kat
Playin' with my money, get your kid 'napped
On the road doin' shows if ya lookin' for me
These n*ggas hate me, they just mad cuz they b*tches love me
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
You mad? too bad
I'm with a bad b*tch with a new ass
I'm hot as Summers, you can ask Susan
I been have bands since Duran Duran muthaf*cka
You mad? Cuz you last
My b*tch pus*y feel like new land
Two Xans, a few grams
I'm gettin' money, spend it on some new rims, you mad?

[Verse 2 : Lil Wayne]
You muddy ass cup, chubby ass blunt
They love me and some of 'em wealthy and handsome
Got a pop star cutie with a popcorn booty and she star in movies
I'm that hot boy Tunechi, I'm a martian
Martian, haters make me nauseous
I'm in this b*tch with Turk, we yellin', "Free Christopher Dorsey"
My n*ggas move weight like Kelly Clarkson, they awesome
Never let the feds get close like a scorpion
b*tches takin' portraits, why they in my fortress?
Now wifey gettin' mad, I'm like "ma', they not important"
n*ggas gettin' mad lookin' like they smellin' horse sh*t
But they never start sh*t, that's some clever-smart sh*t
Dirty money washin', countin' till exhaustion
Weed so fire, it gotta be arson
Roaches in the ash tray, they probably need Orkin
n*ggas say check me, he lied and he forged it
Martian, martian around the world I orbit
I'm lookin' for a b*tch to get it on with like Marvin
She said it's gonna cost me, I told her "b*tch get off me"
Her stripper name diamonds, her real name Swarovski
These n*ggas minor, me I'm just hierarchy
Shoot the whole car up, and still don't hit the car seat
You dead yet? You mad yet?
Beat a pus*y n*gga up and now my hands wet
[Hook: Lil Wayne]
You mad? too bad
I'm with a bad b*tch with a new ass
I'm hot as Summers, you can ask Susan
I been have bands since Duran Duran, muthaf*cka
You mad? Cuz you last
My b*tch pus*y feel like new land
Two Xans, a few grams
I'm gettin' money, spend it on some new rims, you mad?
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