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MAD AT US
by JYJ
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Yeah, juggle the money, I throw it up
Juggle the money, uh, juggle the money
Uh, ayy, juggle the money, I throw it up
Juggle the money, let's go, okay
Juggle the money, I throw it up
Sprite with the liquor, let's pour it up
Gucci pants I keep the strap tucked
Pullin' up right in the Acura
You look so mad as you mad at us
Look so mad as you mad at us
No reason to be mad at us
Choppa talk, yeah, let's go and chat it up
Money in my clothes like I'm Padded up
Just finished school, yeah, graduate
Used to sip lean out a double cup
Now I sip liquor, it's cheaper
No, no, I do not need her
But I'm gon' fuck for one night, then I leave her
Double G on me, a shirt in my sleeves, huh
Big guns too, I'm like the Grim Reaper
But I do not carry a scythe
Scope on a gun, no snipe
Chop it off right in the car like a knife
I got too high before my flight
While we was flyin', I thought I'm gon' die
The flight attendant said it's gon' be alright
But is it gon' be alright
Is it gon' be alright
Is it gon' be
Am I gon' be alright
Am I gon' be alright
Shit, lil' bitch, I've been up all night
On my grind
Been up all night
On my grind
Searchin for shit I find
Only shit that I find
Juggle the money, I throw it up
Sprite with the liquor, let's pour it up
Gucci pants I keep the strap tucked
Pullin' up right in the Acura
You look so mad as you mad at us
So mad as you mad at us
Ballin so hard on a black top
Big gun look like black ops
Big ol' car, yeah, that's the trackhawk
Pull up on me, lil' bitch, back off
Keep me a gun, right in the slacks ah
Yeah, that's the shotty, that bitch sawed off
Sawed off, yeah, there ain't no barrel
My closet hold Gucci and Louis apparel
Fly like a bird, I feel like a herald
Yo, bitch, sit next to me in a Camaro
Yeah, right next to me in Camaro, the SS
Yeah, let's go,
Juggle the money, I throw it up
Sprite with the liquor, let's pour it up
Gucci pants I keep the strap tucked
Pullin' up right in the Acura
You look so mad as you mad at us
Look so mad as you mad at us
No reason to be mad at us
No reason to be mad at us
Just finished school, graduate
Uh, yeah, gun talk, yeah, let's go chat it up
Uh, yeah, uh
No reason to be mad at us
Lil' bitch, fuck, you mad at us
Yeah, juggle the money, I throw it up
Juggle the money, uh, juggle the money
Uh, ayy, juggle the money, I throw it up
Juggle the money, let's go, okay
Juggle the money, I throw it up
Sprite with the liquor, let's pour it up
Gucci pants I keep the strap tucked
Pullin' up right in the Acura
You look so mad as you mad at us
Look so mad as you mad at us
No reason to be mad at us
Choppa talk, yeah, let's go and chat it up
Money in my clothes like I'm Padded up
Just finished school, yeah, graduate
Used to sip lean out a double cup
Now I sip liquor, it's cheaper
No, no, I do not need her
But I'm gon' fuck for one night, then I leave her
Double G on me, a shirt in my sleeves, huh
Big guns too, I'm like the Grim Reaper
But I do not carry a scythe
Scope on a gun, no snipe
Chop it off right in the car like a knife
I got too high before my flight
While we was flyin', I thought I'm gon' die
The flight attendant said it's gon' be alright
But is it gon' be alright
Is it gon' be alright
Is it gon' be
Am I gon' be alright
Am I gon' be alright
Shit, lil' bitch, I've been up all night
On my grind
Been up all night
On my grind
Searchin for shit I find
Only shit that I find
Juggle the money, I throw it up
Sprite with the liquor, let's pour it up
Gucci pants I keep the strap tucked
Pullin' up right in the Acura
You look so mad as you mad at us
So mad as you mad at us
Ballin so hard on a black top
Big gun look like black ops
Big ol' car, yeah, that's the trackhawk
Pull up on me, lil' bitch, back off
Keep me a gun, right in the slacks ah
Yeah, that's the shotty, that bitch sawed off
Sawed off, yeah, there ain't no barrel
My closet hold Gucci and Louis apparel
Fly like a bird, I feel like a herald
Yo, bitch, sit next to me in a Camaro
Yeah, right next to me in Camaro, the SS
Yeah, let's go,
Juggle the money, I throw it up
Sprite with the liquor, let's pour it up
Gucci pants I keep the strap tucked
Pullin' up right in the Acura
You look so mad as you mad at us
Look so mad as you mad at us
No reason to be mad at us
No reason to be mad at us
Just finished school, graduate
Uh, yeah, gun talk, yeah, let's go chat it up
Uh, yeah, uh
No reason to be mad at us
Lil' bitch, fuck, you mad at us
