Vic Mensa - U Mad lyrics
rate me(Intro: Vic Mensa)
Ooh I don't need ya'll eitha
Ooh don't wanna talk about it
Ooh like I don't, like I don't know nobody
Like I don't know nobody
I guess I don't, oh, ya mad, huh?
Oh, ya mad, huh? Oh, ya mad, huh?
(Verse: Vic Mensa)
She gon' be mad right? Ain't that too bad, right?
Wanna catch that cab, right? Take back that bag, right?
I guess that she just gon' go buy herself that purse, that purse
I guess that she just gon' go swipe, buy her self worth, that's cold
Now I'm the villain, no really I'm just chilling
Tryin' to stack these twenties, fifties, 100s, millions, to the ceiling
Mary, Mary all I need, pussy, money, weed
And all my women in doubles, I'm at the Double Tree
All I hear hoes calling out wylding, on the road like erry day
We errywhere, any day & anywhere that the money say
No questions, no questions please, just on yo knees
Blow, don't sneeze, bitch shut up, don't breathe
Gasp, on the gas, till I crash, autopsy said that nigga mashed
All praise to Allah, not Ramadan but these bitches fast
Fuck in the party, pull up her skirt, then skrrr
Who her? I forgot her name
(Hook)
Oh, like I don't, like I don't know nobody
Oh, like I don't, like I don't know nobody
Oh, like, ooh like I don't know nobody
Like I don't know nobody, like I don't know nobody
Oh, ya mad, huh? I guess I don't
Oh, ya mad, huh? Oh, ya mad, huh?
Oh, ya mad, huh?
(Verse 2: Kanye West)
There go anotha lawsuit
In court so much, man I should have went to law school
Errybody brawling, it was all cool
Till I hit the bartender with the bar stool
I don't fuck with fake dudes wearing fake Trues
I just talked to 2 Chainz & he said 'true'
I feel like MJ, I'm in his shoes
I'm talking Montell Jordan, this is how we do
Bust a nigga head & then I lay low
These niggas ass-water, get the Drano
She ain't really bad, she a photo thot
I should hire this bitch, she so damn good at Photoshop
That Lexapro got me drowsy than a heart attack
I think they finally think got me where they want me at
I got 700 emails in my inbox
What that mean? I ain't calling nobody back
(Hook)
(Verse 3: Vic Mensa)
I be catching too many stares this evenin', God fearing but God knows I'm on a roll
At the Louvre in Paris, still be on the block like a corner store
Ain't my fault ya ain't the man, made a plan, man it was planned
They sleepin' on me like long flights, I pop a Xan on the way to France
Paparazzi like 'oh, that's him!', pour that gin, let's get faded
Drinking like it's no tomorrow, what's today? I'm in the Matrix
Hater, please let me live my life, swear to God I be tryin' to do right
But if she bad I might hit a bitch in the elevator like Ray Rice
Oh, ya'll pay the price, I pay the difference, it's just different
SAVEMONEY, ain't nothing different, gunshots & jumping fences
Hold on I'm tryin' to get loose, please don't get shit confused
Ask Don C, I've been lit, this 'Ye shit just lit the fuse
Now I'm on fire, errybody go quiet
Like where was ya last week? My nigga the fuck was ya hiding?
Like I was layin' on my arm I'm on my side
South side, I'm down to start a riot
(Hook)
