Ahhhh
Yeah, I know you love me, yo
Let me ask why you mad though
Hey, I know you love me so
Ooh, they so mad, all they do is complain
But ask yourself, are you not entertained?
I’m a modern day Bessie Smith, young Zora Neale
Gave Harlem nights an in with that Southern belle zeal
Overcharging these johns, then I hit them with the jawns
‘cause they take black life in more ways than one
Tryna whitewash my blues
But the cloth I’m cut from is married to a whole different hue
Something old, something new, and no matter what you do…
That penny for your thoughts ain’t worth the six pence in my shoe, ooh
I don’t mean to trouble y’all
I’m just tryna run these lines before my curtain’s called
They don’t want you on stage ‘less you enter through the kitchen
So I cook up soul food, have ‘em line up at the entrance
Bro, you watered-down so we gotta eighty-six him
If you sittin’ at my bar though, you better be tippin’
Ahhhh
Yeah, I know you love me, yo
Let me ask why you mad though
Yeah I know you love me so
Let me ask why you mad though
If you don’t like it, you can hit the door
But why you mad though?
Hey, why you mad though?
Ooh, they so mad, all they do is complain
But ask yourself, are you not entertained?
She always in the club, shade-throwing, being catty
Got poppa issues so she lookin’ for a zaddy
The type to buy an outfit before she pay her bills
How she so cold still come with no chill?
You know the type, loud flapping while she talkin’
b#tches with no bite be the loudest ones barking
Always popping tags, always popping tags
She can buy them Prada bags but she can’t afford class
Beauty school dropout, can’t afford class
Ain’t bought one drink, but she on her fourth glass
You the type to get sisters disrespected
You that baby mama that get your child neglected
Still mad talkin’ ‘bout she took your n#gg#, and she didn’t even want his #ss, go figure
Ahhhh
Yeah, I know you love me, yo
Let me ask why you mad though
Yeah I know you love me so
Let me ask why you mad though
If you don’t like it, you can hit the door
But why you mad though?
Hey, why you mad though?
Ooh, they so mad, all they do is complain
But ask yourself, are you not entertained?
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