paroles de chanson Big Mad - Coca Vango

Got 'em big mad
Racks on me, big facts
Did that
I bet she let me hit that

This gon' make 'em mad for real, got a bag for real
Fuck a nigga bitch and make her run it back for real
Got a sack for real, now he mad for real
I copped that shit up in they face, I got 'em mad
I think I got 'em mad, mad, mad, mad, mad, mad
I think I got 'em mad, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I think I got 'em mad, mad, mad, mad, mad, mad
I think I got 'em mad, yeah they mad, now they mad
Mad for real

My bitch, she the baddest, now they big mad (Mad)
I got drips stacked on top of drips, bitch that's big facts (Facts)
Every day take a trip to Fifth, I got big bags (Uh)
Got your bitch takin' dick to the face like SlimFast (Huh)
Big mad, got 'em big mad,
Niggas think I'm in the NFL, I got thigh pads
Alexander with McQueen, bitch these ain't no Air Max (Huh)
Double Gs on everythang, bitch I feel like Dapper Dan (Woo)
Sticks for my whole clique like we from Afghanistan (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
Pull off and we'll swoop in the coupe with the paper tag
Racks in the club, bitch, I throw 'em like the paper man (Yeah)
Chanel shades with the dark tint make a nigga mad (Huh)
Huh, make a nigga mad

This gon' make 'em mad for real, got a bag for real
Fuck a nigga bitch and make her run it back for real
Got a sack for real, now he mad for real
I copped that shit up in they face, I got 'em mad
I think I got 'em mad, mad, mad, mad, mad, mad
I think I got 'em mad, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I think I got 'em mad, mad, mad, mad, mad, mad
I think I got 'em mad, yeah they mad, now they mad
Mad for real

I think they mad at this shit, I think they mad at my clique (Huh)
I fuck these bitches by the twos, I can't get mad at a bitch (Ooh)
Bust down with the red face, they mad at my wrist
I be bustin' down these bitches, got 'em mad at a chick
I be rollin' up this herb while I be ridin' through traffic
I be high as fuck, don't give a fuck, while you bein' the maddest
I be fly, fuck any motherfucker like Alladin
I got on five different designers, now these bitches say I'm taggin'
I give the ex that seven 'round my
Neck, the hoes come out they panties
I had to let my old ho go because that ho was average (Ah)
Took a nigga bitch and made her mine now he big mad (Yeah)
She super lit, with some big titties and a big ass (Come on)

This gon' make 'em mad for real, got a bag for real
Fuck a nigga bitch and make her run it back for real
Got a sack for real, now he mad for real
I copped that shit up in they face, I got 'em mad
I think I got 'em mad, mad, mad, mad, mad, mad
I think I got 'em mad, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I think I got 'em mad, mad, mad, mad, mad, mad
I think I got 'em mad, yeah they mad, now they mad
Mad for real