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American Dead Cross - Mad Kid 2 Lyrics

Whoa whoa aye
Baddie o my fit
(feelin so scu scu scu?)
Ya ya ya
Gimme good top
Yea she lop yuh aye

Walking on ya body lookin like a placement
Standin up a lobby got my old stage back
Stay woke
Bitch thats a take back
Bouta fuck up everybody who say my name bad

Don't talk shit
Less you don't like ya throat
Like
Bitch you bad
Givin brain comatose
Shit
Homie never lackin
Got a 38 on hold
Don't say my name when you call me on my phone


Straight up
You knowin how i do it
Like coke
Ya back i gotta blow
Your bitch
So what she on me
She bad yeah she look like harly

Whats the move like fuck you tryna go do?
(yuh bitch)
Get my bag
Flip it and then i go uh
Real shit i shoot if i need to
If i get hit
Bury me with all my chains on

On apollo
I might slam anothеr bottle
Henny
Sprite in somе ice
Sippin good with some gelato

Bike throttle
Crash it like i hate tommorow
I feel so good
When im a bad mother fucker
On god im a kill em

(fuck with me?
No fuck on me
She ride like sheesh yea she fuck off beat
She movin weird like she scootchin her seat
Find you place but my crib ain't it aye)
Don't talk shit
Less you don't like ya throat
Like
Bitch you bad
Givin brain comatose
Shit
Homie never lackin
Got a 38 on hold
Don't say my name when you call me on my phone

Im a runnin man
I supply demand
Big drip
Baby
Kick me out on some jumpin mans
Ima kill em baby
Catch me if you can
Do the race
Im a villain to your mans

Im here with your mans and he say that you wack
(you wack fool)
You talk shit but you ain't do shit back
(lil bitch)
Fuck with me and get your whole crew wacked
Mac 10 uzi we stay strapped
Don't talk shit
Less you don't like ya throat
Like
Bitch you bad
Givin brain comatose
Shit
Homie never lackin
Got a 38 on hold
Don't say my name when you call me on my phone