"mad love" lyrics
PARTYOF2 Lyrics
Who's mad at me?
Who's mad at me?
I'm in love with all my haters
They just make me greater
I can't explain it
You don't like me, and I love it, I love it
You don't like me, and I love it, I love it
You don't like me, and I love it
Who's mad at me?
Who's mad at me?
Who's mad at me?
You mad?
Who's mad at me?
Who's mad at me?
You mad?
Who's mad at me?
Who's mad at me?
Tell me, who's mad at me?
Tell me, I want to see
You mad?
Tell me, who's mad at me?
You mad?
Tell me, I want to see
Lights, camera, action
Dirty looks on me, I think it's fashion
Your love can be such a distraction
Your hate gives me more satisfaction
Put your hands up
If you know a couple niggas that you can't trust
Say it's all love when it's on camera
But when shit goes down, niggas can't stand up
Is your hands up?
It's a man down
Leave a nigga in the field like he ran routes
Don't cry, don't fuss
Give all, not up
Trust God, go cook
Give it time, it'll pan out
You mad?
I'm in love with all my haters
They just make me greater
I can't explain it
You don't like me, and I
You don't like me, and I
You don't like me, and I
Love, love, love, love it
Love, love, love, love it
Love, love, love, love it
Love, love, love, love it
Love, love, love, love it...
One time for the niggas that hate me
Two times for the bitches that hate me
Gather 'round
Gather 'round
Gather 'round
Gather 'round
Gather 'round
Breaking news
Niggas hate me, I'd hate me too
Breaking news
Niggas hate me, I'd hate me too
Breaking news
Niggas hate me, I'd hate me too
Breaking news
Niggas hate me, I'd hate me too
Chronic people-pleaser turned narcissist
I admit, I'm in love with all of it
Compliments, talking shit
Long as it's about me, then we all G
Tats on my neck, on my face
And my chest, and my waist
And she think that I'm sexy
You don't understand me
Don't care 'bout no Grammy
I'm balling, hoe, I need an ESPY
My smile is amazing
My style is amazing
No, they'll never make this on Etsy
I walk in the label like I'm the new savior
Not playin' till Lucian text me
Status alert
Take 'em to church
Send 'em to hell
Pray for 'em first
Where is my AK?
Hand me my purse
Spittin' the Uzi
Ain't no Lil Vert
They like, "I never seen nothin' like you"
It's trippy, like takin' a shroom
Head of the table is gettin' removed
It's only a PARTYOF2
Who's mad at me?
Who's mad at me?
Who's mad at me?
Who's mad at me?
Who's mad at me?
I'm in love with all my haters
They just make me greater
I can't explain it
You don't like me, and I love it, I love it
You don't like me, and I love it, I love it
You don't like me, and I love it
Who's mad at me?
Who's mad at me?
Who's mad at me?
You mad?
Who's mad at me?
Who's mad at me?
You mad?
Who's mad at me?
Who's mad at me?
Tell me, who's mad at me?
Tell me, I want to see
You mad?
Tell me, who's mad at me?
You mad?
Tell me, I want to see
Lights, camera, action
Dirty looks on me, I think it's fashion
Your love can be such a distraction
Your hate gives me more satisfaction
Put your hands up
If you know a couple niggas that you can't trust
Say it's all love when it's on camera
But when shit goes down, niggas can't stand up
Is your hands up?
It's a man down
Leave a nigga in the field like he ran routes
Don't cry, don't fuss
Give all, not up
Trust God, go cook
Give it time, it'll pan out
You mad?
I'm in love with all my haters
They just make me greater
I can't explain it
You don't like me, and I
You don't like me, and I
You don't like me, and I
Love, love, love, love it
Love, love, love, love it
Love, love, love, love it
Love, love, love, love it
Love, love, love, love it...
One time for the niggas that hate me
Two times for the bitches that hate me
Gather 'round
Gather 'round
Gather 'round
Gather 'round
Gather 'round
Breaking news
Niggas hate me, I'd hate me too
Breaking news
Niggas hate me, I'd hate me too
Breaking news
Niggas hate me, I'd hate me too
Breaking news
Niggas hate me, I'd hate me too
Chronic people-pleaser turned narcissist
I admit, I'm in love with all of it
Compliments, talking shit
Long as it's about me, then we all G
Tats on my neck, on my face
And my chest, and my waist
And she think that I'm sexy
You don't understand me
Don't care 'bout no Grammy
I'm balling, hoe, I need an ESPY
My smile is amazing
My style is amazing
No, they'll never make this on Etsy
I walk in the label like I'm the new savior
Not playin' till Lucian text me
Status alert
Take 'em to church
Send 'em to hell
Pray for 'em first
Where is my AK?
Hand me my purse
Spittin' the Uzi
Ain't no Lil Vert
They like, "I never seen nothin' like you"
It's trippy, like takin' a shroom
Head of the table is gettin' removed
It's only a PARTYOF2
Who's mad at me?
Who's mad at me?
Who's mad at me?
Who's mad at me?
