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Make Em Mad

Make Em Mad

(album: Not One Of Them - 2021)

Nile, I hear you

Uh, ayy, I'm fly as hell, that shit don't make no sense (It don't make no sense)
Ayy, I cut my old bitch off, she made me sick, uh, uh (That bitch made me sick)
Ayy, I ran it up, put twenty on my wrist (Twenty on my wrist)
I was broke as fuck, I had to get it fixed (Ayy, ayy)
Ayy, every song I drop, it be a hit, uh (Every song I drop)
Ayy, I fell in love with blocking me a bitch, uh, ayy
Get that money, show yo' ass, talk yo' shit, uh, uh (Talk yo' shit)
Get a bag, make 'em mad, make 'em pissed, ayy

I like toxic bitches, baby girl, you ain't my type, uh
If I think you bad I might put you on a flight, uh
Police pulled me over, he ain't expect I knew my rights, uh
They say life's a gamble, take a chance, roll the dice, uh (Let's go)
I just got that bag in, balling just like Madden
I be off them Percocets, I feel like an addict
Gucci, Louis, Fendi on my body, ain't average
You won't catch me tripping 'bout no bitch if I'da had it
Why this nigga acting like a bitch just like it's Mad Men? (Just like it's Mad Men)
He got on the road and went out singing just like Brandy (Singing just like Brandy)
She don't wanna fuck with me no more, said she can't stand me (She can't stand me)
Tick tock, diamonds on my neck, look how they dancing (Ayy, let's go)

Ayy, I'm fly as hell, that shit don't make no sense (It don't make no sense)
Ayy, I cut my old bitch off, she made me sick, uh, uh (Made me sick)
Ayy, I ran it up, put twenty on my wrist (My wrist)
I was broke as fuck, I had to get it fixed, uh (Had to get it fixed)
Ayy, every song I drop, it be a hit, uh (Every song I drop)
Ayy, I fell in love with blocking me a bitch, uh, ayy (Block her)
Get that money, show yo' ass, talk yo' shit, uh, uh (Talk yo' shit)
Get a bag, make 'em mad, make 'em pissed, uh

Johnny Dang diamonds on my neck, it's a light show
She a bad bitch in real life without no lipo
Aw, I said, "I love you", baby girl, that was a typo
Every nigga wit' me 'bout to crash, call Geico (Let's go)
I can get you stepped on, nigga, it ain't nothing
I ain't talking 'bout no dirt bike but I be clutching
Better watch yo' tone 'cause I'm not no one to be fucked with
Every nigga wit' me special ed, they on that dumb shit

Ayy, I'm fly as hell, that shit don't make no sense
Ayy, I cut my old bitch off, she made me sick, uh, uh
Ayy, I ran it up, put twenty on my wrist, uh
I was broke as fuck, I had to get it fixed, uh
Ayy, every song I drop, it be a hit, uh
Ayy, I fell in love with blocking me a bitch, uh, ayy
Get that money, show yo' ass, talk yo' shit, uh, uh
Get a bag, make 'em mad, make 'em pissed, uh

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