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Slizzy K
Gone make 'em mad, gone make 'em mad Gone make 'em mad, gone make 'em mad Gone make 'em mad, gone make 'em mad Gone make 'em mad, gone make 'em mad (Talk yo' shit Slizz) Gone make 'em mad, gone make 'em mad (Aye) Gone make 'em mad, gone make 'em mad (Aye) Gone make 'em mad, gone make 'em mad (Aye) Gone make 'em mad, gone make 'em mad (Aye) Is it the racks to ya' ear that got 'em mad Is it the stacks over here that got 'em mad Never in ya' feelings in ya' bag Not Thursday but lil' momma throw it back Told her lil' booties matter, put it on a platter Her cake on slim but lil' momma still badder Shake it like batter, hear the chit chatter Told her break it down, gone and make the ground shatter (Boom) Yeah they want attention we don't give 'em none Left wrist got more icing than a honey bun (Ice) Gone make 'em mad like you know you should She keep her edges done so you know her commas good She say she got a nigga what that gotta' do with me You to fine for just him baby stop that foolery Don't be tripping of my Instagram it's just you and me Took her to my city now she speak da' lingo fluently She independent and she winning yeah I like that Lil' momma so bad make ya' wanna' wife that She wanna' party with a boss get wasted Let me zoom in baby where that waist at Disrespect her get pop like a tart She keep more bags than a dam shopping cart Her baby daddy push carts Walmart Wanna' be gangster Paul Blart Gone make 'em mad, gone make 'em mad Gone make 'em mad, gone make 'em mad Gone make 'em mad, gone make 'em mad Gone make 'em mad, gone make 'em mad Gone make 'em mad, gone make 'em mad (Aye) Gone make 'em mad, gone make 'em mad (Aye) Gone make 'em mad, gone make 'em mad (Aye) Gone make 'em mad, gone make 'em mad (Aye) Is it the racks to ya' ear that got 'em mad Is it the stacks over here that got 'em mad Never in ya' feelings in ya' bag Not Thursday but lil' momma throw it back Twelve come she gone dip like avocado How he have your heart when he don't have a car though She made it clap in the morning like Alonzo So I had to cut the check yeah pronto I like 'em peanut butter brown thick and black Rosa Paris she can't sit up in the back Duck duck they a goose go quack On BET but she don't know how to act I just want the money, I just want the money She lookin' like some honey, lookin' like some honey Gone let 'em hate, gone let 'em hate Still living with his momma section eight No ocean let me be Pacific Keisha Carmen Alex Bridget Tell me baby is you with it Hop up in that Honda Civic Swiper no swiping hope you got Allstate Don't mess with these niggas I swear they all fake They grinding a second you grinding all-day Make 'em mad told her twerk it in the hallway Gone make 'em mad, gone make 'em mad Gone make 'em mad, gone make 'em mad Gone make 'em mad, gone make 'em mad Gone make 'em mad, gone make 'em mad Gone make 'em mad, gone make 'em mad (Aye) Gone make 'em mad, gone make 'em mad (Aye) Gone make 'em mad, gone make 'em mad (Aye) Gone make 'em mad, gone make 'em mad (ye) Is it the racks to ya' ear that got 'em mad Is it the stacks over here that got 'em mad Never in ya' feelings in ya' bag Not Thursday but lil' momma throw it back