Mad Lyrics – Ya Yah

Mad Lyrics by Ya Yah

Ya’yah
I keep a b#tch mad without even trying
Ask that hoe why she don’t like me and i bet she start lying
It’s cus your n#gg# wanna treat me

Or you secretly wanna be me
Pop it in that hoe face she prolly wanna eat me
Ugh
Ima boss so i do what i want (what i want)

I keep y’all mad and don’t give a f#ck (no f#cks)
You love to hate me but watch what i do
Bend it over make that n#gg# do what i want too
Bend it over arch ya back get low (get low)

Bend it over arch ya back get low (get low)
He like when i bend my back like a gymnast
Only the best can play in this like thе olympics
Ima bend it over smooth like this gymnastic

Hе gave me all 10s cus my performance was fantastic
I balanced on his beam
Hit my pose and everything
Looked back at’em and winked

I made that hood n#gg# sing (damn)
We go round and round but we ain’t gettin dizzy
Hit’em with that double hand when we really getting busy
Slap my #ss and then he flip me

Got him suckin on my t#tt#es
Tryna cuff me like a felon
I tell him no he get to yellin (now he yellin)
I love when i don’t gotta ask twice

Ima big brat
So that sh#t don’t feel right
The sh#t gets me tight
But my man know better

He know when he act right this p#ss# get wetter
n#gg# i don’t need you (i don’t)
So act right cus n#gg# i’ll release you (goodbye)
I’m not the 1 and you won’t get 2 (not 2)

Chances to try and play with me boo
I keep a b#tch mad without even trying
Ask that hoe why she don’t like me and i bet she start lying
It’s cus your n#gg# wanna treat me

Or you secretly wanna be me
Pop it in that hoe face she prolly wanna eat me
Ughh
Ima boss so i do what i want

I keep y’all mad and don’t give a f#ck
You love to hate me but watch what i do
Bend it over make that n#gg# do what i want too
Bend it over arch ya back get low (get low)

Bend it over arch ya back get low (get low)
He like when i bend my back like a gymnast
Only the best can play in this like the olympics
I run lapse around you b#tches like a track star

Gave you a head start you still didn’t get far
Thought you were on my level
But you didn’t make the mark
I’m done arguing with b#tches you don’t bite only bark (b#tch)

While you in and out your feelings
I be laughing to the bank
I be in and out of cars
I be in and out of range

I be in and out your life
I be in and out of planes
I be in and out of stores with da drip you peep the chain
I be in and out the strip clubs with my b#tches make it rain

I be in and out his pockets you know love don’t cost a thing
We done helping these b#tches man they really do be lame
No more saving these hoes they be going against the grain (damn)
n#gg# i don’t need you (i don’t)

So act right cus n#gg# i’ll release you (goodbye)
I’m not the 1 and you won’t get 2 (not 2)
Chances to try and play with me boo (f#ck you)
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Ya Yah Lyrics – Mad

Ya Yah

Mad