Cancion : I Know Why You Mad
Artista : Troy Ave
Album : BSB. Vol. 3
Url : https://www.letras10.co/letra-i-know-why-you-mad-de-troy-ave


[Hook]
Riding through the streets looking so clean (so clean)
Fishbowl tints so I'm so seen (so seen)
Most do a nod like dope fiends (what up)
Few faces look at me, why you hating on me for (why you hatin)
You never said shit before (you was waitin)
Now that I'm doing my thing you're (aha)
Feeling jealousy and furthermore (powder)
I know why you mad
Yo daddy ain't shit, you ain't gon be shit
You hustlin nicks, I know why you mad
You seeing my whips, you seeing my bitch
Get off my dick, fuck boy

[Verso 1]
Brand new V, brand new key (key)
Plural that, backpack, brand new three (ki's)
Fuck OT I get mines where I be (uh huh)
Tri-state nigga, you know, NYC (New York)
Shouts to my white boy dope boy C (what up)
Started with 14 now he do a quarter B (powder)
Niggas in the hood still coppin a quarter P (ugh)
My sneakers with tax cost more than they'll ever see
And I don't hardly walk (nah), I don't hardly talk
Bring the pain, lift the grip and aim, popping like a cork
All in your face on some Chris Paul shit
I ain't the one you should get live with (get it)
Cause I don't back down unless I just bust a nut
And she tickling my dick, get off me you fucking slut
On my grind like a butt in Jamaican clubs (dancehall king)
Selling crack, doing raps, you just hate my buzz (doing my thing)

[Hook]

[Verso 2]
A nigga eating good so I got a little tummy
Lapping in the pool, macking with a little honey
B$B them my niggas for real
All the raps is real, I'm major without a deal
Now I gotta chill but I gotta get this money (uh huh)
Get the chills when I imagine being broke, not funny (brr)
No Joakim Noahy, that's no bullshit (swish)
Every time I leave out the crib, I got a full clip
Niggas be slipping acting like it can't happen
Wearing all they jewels but they only in Manhattan (powder)
I be out in Brooklyn, heavy on the neck (bling)
Rolly on the wristband wiper hold the sweat
Young baller baby, what did you really expect?
Getting straight cash, no scams, no checks (nah)
Powder be the name (name), I made my own lane (lane)
In the rap game and I'm still dealing caine, fuck boy

[Hook]


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