
Why U Mad! Dom Corleo (Ft. Vene & Yung Fazo)
На этой странице вы найдете полный текст песни "Why U Mad!" от Dom Corleo (Ft. Vene & Yung Fazo). Lyrxo предлагает вам самый полный и точный текст этой композиции без лишних отвлекающих факторов. Узнайте все куплеты и припев, чтобы лучше понять любимую песню и насладиться ею в полной мере. Идеально для фанатов и всех, кто ценит качественную музыку.

[Intro]
Gxopo, slime 'em
[Chorus: Dom Corleo]
Don't be mad, mad, you know how I get off the Xan
Walk in this bitch with some lean in my cup and I'm holdin' the stick in my hand
I got some lean in my gut
I got some lean in my gut
Get hit with the blade in your gut
Just woke up, finna pour me up
I'm in love with lean, Molly, Percs
I got some money, I once went to work, work, work, work, work
She want me to be her man
That ain't gon' work, work, work
Hang out the back with that fan, yeah
Finna go sign on a bitch, get that advance
[Verse 1: Dom Corleo]
I think that shorty worried I'ma leave her
Finna say it again, I'ma be here forever
Talkin' 'bout your ex, ain't stay through thе weather
Talkin' 'bout my dick 'cause shе know that shit way better, yeah
And we got them racks on us
He too mad
Got no money but you on my dick like that ain't sus
I'm fuckin' her friend like what her friend say?
No english, no comprehende
Poppin' them pills, gotta watch my intake
I could die soon
Gxopo, slime 'em
[Chorus: Dom Corleo]
Don't be mad, mad, you know how I get off the Xan
Walk in this bitch with some lean in my cup and I'm holdin' the stick in my hand
I got some lean in my gut
I got some lean in my gut
Get hit with the blade in your gut
Just woke up, finna pour me up
I'm in love with lean, Molly, Percs
I got some money, I once went to work, work, work, work, work
She want me to be her man
That ain't gon' work, work, work
Hang out the back with that fan, yeah
Finna go sign on a bitch, get that advance
[Verse 1: Dom Corleo]
I think that shorty worried I'ma leave her
Finna say it again, I'ma be here forever
Talkin' 'bout your ex, ain't stay through thе weather
Talkin' 'bout my dick 'cause shе know that shit way better, yeah
And we got them racks on us
He too mad
Got no money but you on my dick like that ain't sus
I'm fuckin' her friend like what her friend say?
No english, no comprehende
Poppin' them pills, gotta watch my intake
I could die soon
Комментарии (0)
Минимальная длина комментария — 50 символов.