Turk - You Mad Yet (Remix) lyrics

rate me

Ft. Lil Wayne

(Intro)

Young money, young money nigga

This goes by

Remix baby

(Hook: Lil Wayne)

You mad, too bad

I want a bad bitch with a new ass

I'm hot as summer, you can ask Susan

I been have bands since Duran, Duran, mothefucker

You mad? Cuz you last

My bitch pussy feel like new land

Two Zans, a few grams

I'm gettin' money, spend it on some new rims, you mad?

(Verse )

Hot boy Turk fuckin' with hot boy Tune chi

Free my niggas Jeezy, beaches and a Dobie

Word on the street and the pen, I'm a nuisance

Shoot a nigga sober while he under all that influence

Hey, you niggas mad, cuz I bubble like Jacuzzi

I do not recall if the judge wan’ accuse me

Mad, cuz I'm passin' past you niggas like: "Excuse me"

Got a bitch nigga turnin' red, call him ruby

Yea, I'm back in this mothefucker

Young T get sauce leakin' in this mothefucker

Leave a nigga reekin' in a mothefucker

Back like surprise, no peekin' in this mothefucker

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 niggas plan

Caitlyn Jenner, man, these niggas changin' faces

Take 'em to school and I'm stuckin’ on the whole class

My bitch get mad at me every time I cum fast

I tell her that’s what she get for tryna come last

Then eat the pussy like a Kit-Kat

Playin' with my money, get your kid 'nape

On the road doin' shows if you lookin' for me

These niggas hate me, they just mad cuz they bitches love me

(Hook: Lil Wayne)

(Verse : Lil Wayne)

You mad ass crack, chubby ass blunt

They love, my hands up, I'm wealthy and handsome

Got a pop star cutie with a popcorn booty and she star in movies

I'm that hot boy Tonechi, I'm a Martian

Martian, haters make me nauseous

I'm in this bitch with Turk, we yellin', "Free Dorsey!"

My niggas move weight like Kelly Clarkson, they awesome

Never let the feds get close like a scorpion

Bitches takin' portraits, why they in my fortress?

Now wife get mad, I'm like "mom', they not important"

Niggas gettin' mad lookin' like they smellin' horse shit

But they never start shit, that's some clever-smart shit

Dirty money washin', countin' til exhaustion

Weed so fire, it gotta be arson

Roaches in the ash tray, they probably need Orrin

Niggas say check me, he lied and he forged it

Martian, Martian around the world like orbit

I'm lookin' for a bitch to get it on with like Marvin

She said it's gon’ cost me, I told her "bitch get off me"

Her stripper name diamonds, her real name Swarovski

These niggas minor, me I'm just hierarchy

Shoot the whole car, and still don't hit the car seat

You dead yet? You mad yet?

Beat a pussy nigga up and now my hands wet

(Hook: Lil Wayne)