No shirt, Lenny Kravitz, Smurkio goin’ Travis Know what I did, ain’t braggin’ Feelings hurt, movin’ backwards Santa Monica’s proper, wifey lookin’ like an actress Kid Super, Louis runway, Law Roach dressed me for the GRAMMYs We done all had our heart broken before, took compassion Air-condition in the trenches, I had a cardboard on the back of it Pull up in the barbers, the mansory or the factory How you call me a dog? You a dog too, but to a pedigree
Why you so mad at me? Why you so mad at me? Uh Why you so mad at me? ‘Posed to be proud of me, oh
She ain’t wanna fuck with me though She ain’t want my company though Take her straight to Tiffany & Co Actin’ like he rich, but he broke Wash the pill down with Tito’ Why you say you mad at me though? You the one lied to me though Niggas went and lied to these folks Drunk head, I gotta recoup I got you, ain’t gon’ disrespect you Still actin’ shy to me though Pedicure, manicure If you love her, just better her Ain’t nothin’ compare to her If you hurt, can’t compare the worst I love you, I said it first
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Why you so mad at me? Why you so mad at me? Uh Why you so mad at me? ‘Posed to be proud of me, oh Why you so mad at me? Why you so mad at me? Uh Why you so mad at me? ‘Posed to be proud of me, oh
