Songtexte She Mad - 8nfra

Gotta spin back, she mad
Got 10 in the pack, she mad
Two girls on my phone, she mad
Getting too rough, she mad
They stay under attack
I step out with the mandem
If it's at night, I tell you, it's mad

I'm tryna make this paper
Speak to you later, ain't tryna chat
Baddie is bad and I'm calling her brat
One puff, I'ma lace that crap
Two puff, I'ma lace that crap
Wake up think about making this paper
Feel like my name Eugene Krabs
I do not care 'bout how much you paying
You ain't gon' hop on this fucking track
One ting come from Japan
Other one come from DAMAC
I had to cut off the yes men
Breaking the bed like it's wrestling
Can't even finish a sentence
I gotta get me my check in
Step out the plane, international man
Go to the hotel for the check-in
White in her nose like dressing
Whi- White in her nose like dressing
Hold on, think I'm digressing
I'm tryna make a move
Calling up S0re, that brudda my best friend
I'm tryna make some moves
I'm calling up Gorskiyy, that's my bredrin
Do you get it?
Man like Wayne
My brudda outside with Adonis
My brudda out with the baby Drake
All them man do is spend time on the internet
Them man like Lain
Chatting about some next man, like it's imporant
This shit ain't no game
So why they keep playing?

Gotta spin back, she mad
Got 10 in the pack, she mad
Two girls on my phone, she mad
Getting too rough, she mad
They stay under attack
I step out with the mandem
If it's at night, I tell you, it's mad
Spinning the block, you mad?

Gotta spin back, she mad
Got 10 in the pack, she mad
Two girls on my phone, she mad
Getting too rough, she mad
They stay under attack
I step out with the mandem
If it's at night, I tell you, it's mad
Spinning the block, you mad?