LUDACRIS - Tell Me What They Mad For Feat. Pusha T & Swizz Beatz lyrics
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Come around the hood, see sittin here lookin good
Tell me what they mad for
You should be on the radio, soundin like I made a million dollars
Tell me what they mad for
Tell me what they mad for
Girl tell me what they mad for
Tell me what they mad for
If you selling all the records, and you fucking all the bitches
And you sit on top the charts and you living out your witches
With your chains all smothered, and your watch is all glittered
And your ghost and your phantoms all coming home to visit
Or maybe cause your bitches was never really your bitches
With your baby mamas fucking every rapper in the bizness
Niggas saying you was better when the drugs was in your system
Now your crack swag on, ever since you came from prison
Got you tweeting all stupid, is you hatin, is you dissin
Found out you ghost leased, and your phantom just rented
Won’t …in your name like pac when he went missin
Machiavelli lives on, so I’m ridin on you bitches
Hail mary be the witness, lord willin I was dealin
Stupid motherfucking 5 star, tatted on the ceiling
Bull’s eye be that motherfucking target
For this killin, ain’t y’all motherfuckers with the millions
[Hook]
Come around the hood, see sittin here lookin good
Tell me what they mad for
You should be on the radio, soundin like I made a million dollars
Tell me what they mad for
Tell me what they mad for
Girl tell me what they mad for
Tell me what they mad for
Is it cause I got houses on every coast of that
I’m on that forbes list, makin rich rappers look broke
When I’m blowin that smoke, I’m blowin a couple millions
Makin a killin, stuntin on impostors
Only rapper in the game with a grammy and a Oscar
7 figure movie deals, 8 figure bank rolls
And I’m still feeding the same hood that I came from
Any car that you got, I’ve already drove
Any chick that you hit, my nigga I’ve already hoed
Say what you test, like these diamonds on my tongue
Name on my headphones, label tattered on my arm
Air traffic control say Ludacris is insane
That nigga daughter’s birthday’s the tail number on his plane
Fuck with me but nobody fucking with me
Taking aside of my cognac, more millions
Real g’s chugging with me
If I’m happy there’s no reason you should be sad for
So would somebody care, somebody please!
[Hook]
Come around the hood, see sittin here lookin good
Tell me what they mad for
You should be on the radio, soundin like I made a million dollars
Tell me what they mad for
Tell me what they mad for
Girl tell me what they mad for
Tell me what they mad for.
