"Mad Ain't Ya" lyrics

"Mad Ain't Ya"

You mad ain't ya
Cause I ain't been returning your calls
You mad ain't ya?
Cause I be dodging you like you are the law
You mad ain't ya?
Cause I won't let you ride in my car
You mad ain't ya?
Cause I know you but I act like I don't know who you are

How the fuck you mad at me?
Cause you were less than a G
But I just can't accept that
Cause I just don't respect that
Around here like your shit don't stink
You can lead the bitch to water
But the bitch won't drink
You can give a bitch a brain
But is the bitch gon' think?
So shallow even out the water
The bitch gon' sink
Always talking shit about everybody
Except yourself
But you ain't mad at us
You just mad cause you can't accept yourself
Always talking but you don't know
How to listen, no
That's why we be like fuck your life
Can't wait till you in the floor
Think a man supposed to bow down to you
You must be joking
Like I'm supposed to pay for your shit
The fuck is you smoking?

You mad ain't ya
Cause I ain't been returning your calls
You mad ain't ya?
Cause I be dodging you like you are the law
You mad ain't ya?
Cause I won't let you ride in my car
You mad ain't ya?
Cause I know you but I act like I don't know who you are

And just because we're from the same place
You think we're supposed to be eating from the same plate
Look I ain't feeling that shit
I don't owe you niggas nothing
So I'm killing that shit
When the check go out
My house is where they sending that shit
I wrote my songs out
Niggas ain't pick up a pen in that bitch
Niggas say they happy for you
When they see what you got
But they so jealous
They really want you to be what you not
That's unsuccessful only if
You ain't breaking bread with em
And by the time they hit your house
Even try to take the bed with em
And they wonder why my attitude is
Fuck em all
Don't get it confused my nigga
I don't fuck with y'all

You mad ain't ya
Cause I ain't been returning your calls
You mad ain't ya?
Cause I be dodging you like you are the law
You mad ain't ya?
Cause I won't let you ride in my car
You mad ain't ya?
Cause I know you but I act like I don't know who you are

You so mad
And I don't give a fuck
Bitch I'm through with you
So you need to raise up
Homie I don't fool with you
You be on that gay stuff
So you can say whatever you want
And I won't give a fuck

You mad ain't ya
Cause I ain't been returning your calls
You mad ain't ya?
Cause I be dodging you like you are the law
You mad ain't ya?
Cause I won't let you ride in my car
You mad ain't ya?
Cause I know you but I act like I don't know who you are


Writer(s): Kenneth Jacque Roy, Joseph Wayne McVey, Donald Johnson
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