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Mad Dog letra


Yeah
(Metro)
Metro thuggin, long overdue, no cap
No bap, slatt
I don't care none 'bout this superstardom shit, know what I'm sayin'
That's on God

Maserati, skrrt, mask off (skrrt, skrrt)
Throw some ten on, I'm gettin' some red (yeah)
Drink some Mad Dog (some Mad Dog)
Richer than I ever been (woo), I don't wan' know no cost (know no cost)
I told my bitch if she don't win, then I'ma drop her off (know no ho)
I knock her friend out the par, but ain't top golf
I'm lovin' to pop off (I'm lovin' it)
I put the sweat on the head (I put it, I put it)
The seats are hot sauce (I put it, woo)
Spread a few racks and they mad (why?)
Yeah, I'm a top dog
Got two maybachs, the one with the lid (on God)
And the one with the top off (on God)

Now if you look up under my wrist
You'll see a bunch of racks (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Got these baguettes on my neck
And I got my hoochie bag (ski, woah, let's go, let's go, let's get it)
Like Donald Trump on my account, I got my billions up (swear)
First thing I did was make sure that my whole family up (yeah)
Spotted a helicopter and I swerve up on the block (grrah, grrah, phew)
This is a Lambo' (woo), it just can't go up to any shop (skrrt)
I'm never stoppin', and I keep a big old m tucked (on God)
I showed her dr. Miami, now she got her titties and her tummy tucked (dr. Miami)

Oh, oh, drink till we throw up
Woah, woah, let's go up on these drugs (woah)
Woah, woah, baby girl, I don't know her (woah)
Would she let me fuck her? (Woah)
I got money, I just wanna fuck her
Caramel skin, I make her supper
Drink a four or six, every time I pour up the syrup
Suck a nigga dick and you can get you a purse

Maserati, skrrt, mask off (hey)
Throw some ten on, I'm gettin' some red, drink some mad dog (let's go)
Richer than I ever been, I don't wan' know no cost (know no cost)
I told my bitch if she don't win, then I'ma drop her off (ayy, swear)
I knock her friend out the par, but ain't top golf (tee)
I'm lovin' to pop off (to pop off)
I put the sweat on the head (mwah)
The seats are hot sauce (woo)
Spread a few racks and they mad (phew)
Yeah, I'm a top dog (I'm one)
Got two Maybachs, the one with the lid (where?)
And the one with the top off (woo, woo)

Tell me what you see when you just see a nigga like me
Tell me what you see when you could see a nigga like me
Tell me what you thinkin' when you think a nigga like me
Tell me how you balance when you plankin' on a milli'
I'm happy 'bout you (happy)
Baby, tell me how you been (yeah)
And I (and I) just wanna tell you that I miss the way you
Suck it (yeah), fuck it (and), love it (yeah)
Me and my buddies (and who?), cousins (yeah), yeah, yeah
Baby, pop that pussy (pop it), I just want exotic weed
Biscotti and cookies (ah)
I just print a thousand sheets of paper, then I kush it (swear)
Used to have a thousand pieces of mud on my hoodie (woo)
Now I keep a hundred thousand large in my hoodie (woo)
And I still got a thousand bitches, yeah (yeah)
Ain't ashamed to tell you that I got her out of tootsies (woo)
She's snortin' Machine Gun Kelly
She got machine guns with thousands of bullets (brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)

Maserati, skrrt, mask off (hey)
Throw some ten on, I'm gettin' some red, drink some mad dog (let's go)
Richer than I ever been, I don't wan' know no cost (know no cost)
I told my bitch if she don't win, then I'ma drop her off (ayy, swear)
I knock her friend out the par, but ain't top golf (tee)
I'm lovin' to pop off (to pop off)
I put the sweat on the head (mwah)
The seats are hot sauce (woo)
Spread a few racks and they mad (phew)
Yeah, I'm a top dog (I'm one)
Got two Maybachs, the one with the lid (where?)
And the one with the top off (on God)

Oh, oh, drink till we throw up
Woah, woah, let's go up on these drugs
Woah, woah, baby girl, I don't know her
Would she let me fuck her?
I got money, I just wanna fuck her
Caramel skin, I make her supper
Drank a four or a six, every time I pour up the syrup
Suck a nigga dick and you can get you a purse

I got money, I just wanna fuck her
Caramel skin, I make her supper
Drank a four or a six, every time I pour up the syrup
Suck a nigga dick and you can get you a purse

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