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C.Bell - Mad Now Lyrics



C.Bell - Mad Now Lyrics




I'm going Johnny finna take off like a Rocket
This green fit my pocket
Kick the door give a f*ck if you lock It
Smoke all this Kush to escape from My problem
Surrounded by hittas and bad bitches
Open the stash some gas missing
Dammit I think one of my pottas Done got me
F*ck it now I'm on yo ass nigga
Toting some big Glocks
Got me a big knot
Rolex for the wristwatch
Think you gone take it, I think not
Always on the go I can never sit still
Sitting on yo ass ain't gone pay all These bills
Shawty gone ride cus she love the Thrill
Say that she hungry put my meat on Her grill
12s in the trunk neighbors here my Knocking
Counting up a check to Kodak ain't No flockin'
Nigga push up gone put one in his Noggin
Toting heavy metal that how I'm Rocking
Stay in iY and some different Designers
Laid back getting some head on a Recliner
Glock 17... toting a minor
Wiping ya nose... knock out all your Sinus
Plugged on the flights, she employed By Spirit
Shipping some loud, I hope they Don't hear it
Suck at Freestyling, I write all my Lyrics
Counting up a check in a wonderful Feeling
It gets no better.. we chasing this Cheddar
F*ck how you feeling, put it in a Letter
But iproly won't read it, that nigga Conceited
My niggas gone ride, just give em a Reason

I'm in my bag now
I'm on they ass now
Turn into a cash cow
Didn't need no handouts
Watch the screen when I back out
Walk in Neimans and cash out
Lil mama didn't fwm then, I know That she mad now
I'm in my bag now
I'm on they ass now
Turn into a cash cow
Didn't need no handouts
Watch the screen when I back out
Walk in Neimans and cash out
That nigga didn't fwm then, I know That she mad now

I had to get up and get it
Lil bitch ain't got time for no chilling
F*ck these lil bitches feelings
Tryna come up on a Milli
You nigga fly like I'm from Philly
Young nigga fly like I ball for the Eagles
Ain't wit the bullshit check my Demeanor
Just got my Mocleir out of the Cleaners
Choppa hitting notes I'm riding wit a Singer
Glock safety right under my finger
Jump in the pussy yeah she is a Creamer
Need all of my money, my palms just Got a tingle
Bad Latina look just like Salina
She call me Popi
Beat up the pussy like rocky
Making a mess she giving me sloppy
These niggas some haters.. they need Them a hobby

I'm in my bag now
I'm on they ass now
Turn into a cash cow
Didnt need no handouts
Watch the screen when I back out
Walk in Neimans and cash out
Lil mama didn't fwm then, I know That she mad now
I'm in my bag now
I'm on they ass now
Turn into a cash cow
Didnt need no handouts
Watch the screen when I back out
Walk in Neimans and cash out
That nigga didn't fwm then, I know That she mad now
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English

I'm going Johnny finna take off like a Rocket
This green fit my pocket
Kick the door give a f*ck if you lock It
Smoke all this Kush to escape from My problem
Surrounded by hittas and bad bitches
Open the stash some gas missing
Dammit I think one of my pottas Done got me
F*ck it now I'm on yo ass nigga
Toting some big Glocks
Got me a big knot
Rolex for the wristwatch
Think you gone take it, I think not
Always on the go I can never sit still
Sitting on yo ass ain't gone pay all These bills
Shawty gone ride cus she love the Thrill
Say that she hungry put my meat on Her grill
12s in the trunk neighbors here my Knocking
Counting up a check to Kodak ain't No flockin'
Nigga push up gone put one in his Noggin
Toting heavy metal that how I'm Rocking
Stay in iY and some different Designers
Laid back getting some head on a Recliner
Glock 17... toting a minor
Wiping ya nose... knock out all your Sinus
Plugged on the flights, she employed By Spirit
Shipping some loud, I hope they Don't hear it
Suck at Freestyling, I write all my Lyrics
Counting up a check in a wonderful Feeling
It gets no better.. we chasing this Cheddar
F*ck how you feeling, put it in a Letter
But iproly won't read it, that nigga Conceited
My niggas gone ride, just give em a Reason

I'm in my bag now
I'm on they ass now
Turn into a cash cow
Didn't need no handouts
Watch the screen when I back out
Walk in Neimans and cash out
Lil mama didn't fwm then, I know That she mad now
I'm in my bag now
I'm on they ass now
Turn into a cash cow
Didn't need no handouts
Watch the screen when I back out
Walk in Neimans and cash out
That nigga didn't fwm then, I know That she mad now

I had to get up and get it
Lil bitch ain't got time for no chilling
F*ck these lil bitches feelings
Tryna come up on a Milli
You nigga fly like I'm from Philly
Young nigga fly like I ball for the Eagles
Ain't wit the bullshit check my Demeanor
Just got my Mocleir out of the Cleaners
Choppa hitting notes I'm riding wit a Singer
Glock safety right under my finger
Jump in the pussy yeah she is a Creamer
Need all of my money, my palms just Got a tingle
Bad Latina look just like Salina
She call me Popi
Beat up the pussy like rocky
Making a mess she giving me sloppy
These niggas some haters.. they need Them a hobby

I'm in my bag now
I'm on they ass now
Turn into a cash cow
Didnt need no handouts
Watch the screen when I back out
Walk in Neimans and cash out
Lil mama didn't fwm then, I know That she mad now
I'm in my bag now
I'm on they ass now
Turn into a cash cow
Didnt need no handouts
Watch the screen when I back out
Walk in Neimans and cash out
That nigga didn't fwm then, I know That she mad now
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Writer: Christopher Bell
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Performed By: C.Bell
Language: English
Length: 3:35
Written by: Christopher Bell

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