Paroles de la chanson Make me mad par Sevensevenseven
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Paroles de la chanson Make me mad par Sevensevenseven
Hooligan
Hooligan
I got the same guns as Angelina Jolie
I'm at my show with that motherfucker on me
And I'll blow your ass from here to OKC
Yeah, ah-ah
We at the show with them motherfuckers on tuck
Where you gon' go when them motherfuckers get up?
Caught yourself tryin' the gang, boy, you fucked up
Caught his bitch ass red-handed, broke his hands
He done ran up on the gang, broke his legs
Pussy boy, we'll be the monsters under your bed, yeah
I'm from the streets just like Greg
Hooligan
I got the same guns as Angelina Jolie
I'm at my show with that motherfucker on me
And I'll blow your ass from here to OKC
Yeah, ah-ah
We at the show with them motherfuckers on tuck
Where you gon' go when them motherfuckers get up?
Caught yourself tryin' the gang, boy, you fucked up
Caught his bitch ass red-handed, broke his hands
He done ran up on the gang, broke his legs
Pussy boy, we'll be the monsters under your bed, yeah
I'm from the streets just like Greg
I'll put one up in your head
Y'all don't wanna make me mad
Bitch, I get paid like it's Friday
Car dealer driveway (Ah)
She wanna drive my car
Bitch, you better drive right
Or I'ma have to drive away
Said my house smell good
Lambo in the hood
You wish you could and I wish you would (Yeah, oh-oh)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Gang, ayy, gang, ayy, gang, gang
Y'all don't wanna make me mad
Bitch, I get paid like it's Friday
Car dealer driveway (Ah)
She wanna drive my car
Bitch, you better drive right
Or I'ma have to drive away
Said my house smell good
Lambo in the hood
You wish you could and I wish you would (Yeah, oh-oh)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Gang, ayy, gang, ayy, gang, gang
Hit the block then I shake up (Gang)
Shake up then take off (Gang, gang)
Holla at your ass later
And I ball like a created player
Stick a nigga like a taser
.38 with potato
Lamborghini color crayon
Bitch, my shit paid for
Z01 color mayo
Jeep seats like a egg roll
Private jet color my skin
Pulled up with two hundred
Bring the racks out when I'm wildin' (Ooh-ah)
Make a nigga need oxygen
Gang-gang finna spin your ben
What we finna do come cop ten
I am from the streets, forever fuck what you think, I'm locked in
Bitch
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Gang, ayy, gang, ayy, gang, gang
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Gang, ayy, gang, ayy, gang, gang
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