Why u mad
Why You Mad Bro Genre: Rap (Verse 1) Why you mad, bro? I’m ballin’ like a pro, Cash flow heavy, watch the dough overflow, Flexin' on these bitches, they don’t even know, I’m a thug in the game, yeah, I steal the show. Got my niggas with me, we don’t play nice, Keep it real, motherfucker, rollin’ dice like it’s life, Haters tryna hate, but they can’t touch the vibe, Turnin’ up, every night, we just ride, we collide. (Chorus) Why you mad? I’m just livin’ my dream, Stackin’ up the green, makin’ money supreme, Got the world in my palm, watch me reign like a king, Why you mad, motherfucker? I’m doin’ my thing. (Verse 2) Pullin’ up in the whip, tinted windows low, Bitches on my line, but I just tell 'em no, Got my team on the rise, yeah, we steal the show, We like fire in the booth, watch the flames glow. You a hater, boy? Step aside, let me through, Got this hunger in my heart, and the grind’s overdue, Talkin’ big game, but you don’t know the crew, Fakin’, always hatin’, what the fuck you gon’ do? (Chorus) Why you mad? I’m just livin’ my dream, Stackin’ up the green, makin’ money supreme, Got the world in my palm, watch me reign like a king, Why you mad, motherfucker? I’m doin’ my thing. (Outro) Why you mad? Stop the act, it’s a shame, I’m the fire, you the spark, we ain’t playin’ the same, So keep hating, keep fakin’, just know my name, Why you mad, motherfucker? I’m gonna win this game.
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Why You Mad Bro Genre: Rap (Verse 1) Why you mad, bro? I’m ballin’ like a pro, Cash flow heavy, watch the dough overflow, Flexin' on these bitches, they don’t even know, I’m a thug in the game, yeah, I steal the show. Got my niggas with me, we don’t play nice, Keep it real, motherfucker, rollin’ dice like it’s life, Haters tryna hate, but they can’t touch the vibe, Turnin’ up, every night, we just ride, we collide. (Chorus) Why you mad? I’m just livin’ my dream, Stackin’ up the green, makin’ money supreme, Got the world in my palm, watch me reign like a king, Why you mad, motherfucker? I’m doin’ my thing. (Verse 2) Pullin’ up in the whip, tinted windows low, Bitches on my line, but I just tell 'em no, Got my team on the rise, yeah, we steal the show, We like fire in the booth, watch the flames glow. You a hater, boy? Step aside, let me through, Got this hunger in my heart, and the grind’s overdue, Talkin’ big game, but you don’t know the crew, Fakin’, always hatin’, what the fuck you gon’ do? (Chorus) Why you mad? I’m just livin’ my dream, Stackin’ up the green, makin’ money supreme, Got the world in my palm, watch me reign like a king, Why you mad, motherfucker? I’m doin’ my thing. (Outro) Why you mad? Stop the act, it’s a shame, I’m the fire, you the spark, we ain’t playin’ the same, So keep hating, keep fakin’, just know my name, Why you mad, motherfucker? I’m gonna win this game.
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The hustle in your flow is real, this track is a testament to your grind! 💪🎶
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