paroles de chanson Get Mad - Madh

I get bad when I get mad
That one by the bar with some black lenses
You be bossing up with some snake bags
I mean I don't understand where the brain at
I mean I'm an evil mira lo que digo
I say sayonara to ya cause you not mi amigo
I don't like pretending she be wearing Fendi
Going down the street naked I be more trendy
B-Benzin' going hard
Asalamalekum to your fake bros
Acting YO like they know sum
Praying for some rain need a wash up
More noise more volume
Getting sick everytime that I talk about dem
So I cross it never fix it lemme shake it while I mix it
Turn the beat up, listen!
Fake angels with an evil soul
Give a piece of a heart but dem want it all
I can enter the room and then burn dem all
Only faya in my mouth like I don't control
Stay easy while I rock Yeezy
Talk to me when you pay the leasing
Always dealing with these paras
Now I'm here tomorrow Paris
I say show me your power dem weapons material
My weapon is lyrical
Dem not be original
People rather be similar
Goddamn All in
All these bitches is falling
Oh really, so unexpected
Used to trust now I'm not interested
Guess your poison could not infect me
You know my system sofisticated
You know my concept so underrated
My flow so sick and so complicated
Go Hard Go Home
To dem losers I close the door
On my way to the next level
Now you tell me who do it better