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Vic Mensa – U Mad Lyrics (feat. Kanye West)

VIC MENSA
U Mad Lyrics (feat. Kanye West)

[Intro: Vic Mensa]
Ooh I don’t need y’all either
Ooh don’t wanna talk about it
Ooh like I don’t, like I don’t know nobody
Like I don’t know nobody
I guess I don’t
Oh you mad, huh?
Oh you mad, huh?
Oh you mad, huh?

[Verse 1: Vic Mensa]
She gon’ be mad right? Ain’t that too bad, right?
Wanna catch that cab, right? Take back that bag, right?
I guess that she just gon’ go buy herself that purse, that purse
I guess that she just gon’ go swipe, buy her self worth, that’s cold
Now I’m the villain, no really I’m just chillin’
Tryna stack these 20s, 50s, hundreds, millions, to the ceilin’
Mary, Mary all I need, pussy, money, weed
And all my women in doubles, I’m at the DoubleTree
All I hear hoes callin’ out wildin’, on the road like every day
We everywhere, any day and anywhere that the money say
No questions, no questions please, just on your knees
Blow, don’t sneeze, bitch shut up, don’t breathe
Gasp, on the gas, ’til I crash, autopsy said that nigga mashed
All praise to Allah, not Ramadan but these bitches fast
f**k in the party, pull up her skirt, then skrrr
Who her? I forgot her name

[Hook: Vic Mensa]
Ooh like I don’t, like I don’t know nobody
Ooh like I don’t, like I don’t know nobody
Ooh like, ooh like I don’t know nobody
Like I don’t know nobody, like I don’t know nobody
Oh you mad, huh?
I guess I don’t
Oh you mad, huh?
Oh you mad, huh?
Oh you mad, huh?

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
There go another lawsuit
In court so much, man I should’ve went to law school
Everybody brawlin’, it was all cool
‘Til I hit the bartender with the barstool
I don’t f**k with fake dudes wearin’ fake Trues
I just talked to 2 Chainz and he said, “TRUUU!”
I feel like MJ, I’m in his shoes
I’m talkin’ Montell Jordan, this is how we do
Bust a nigga head and then I lay low
These niggas ass-water, get the Drano
She ain’t really bad, she a photo thot
I should hire this bitch, she so damn good at Photoshop
That Lexapro got me drowsy than a heart attack
I think they finally think got me where they want me at
I got 700 emails in my inbox
What that mean? I ain’t callin’ nobody back

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Vic Mensa]
I be catchin’ too many stares this evening, God fearin’ but God knows I’m on a roll
At the Louvre in Paris, still be on the block like a corner store
Ain’t my fault you ain’t the man, made a plan, man it was planned
They sleeping on me like long flights, I pop a Xan on the way to France
Paparazzi like, “Oh that’s him!”, pour that gin, let’s get faded
Drinkin’ like it’s no tomorrow, what’s today? I’m in the Matrix
Hater, please let me live my life, swear to God I be tryna do right
But if she bad I might hit a bitch in the elevator like Ray Rice
Uh, y’all pay the price, I pay the difference, it’s just different
SAVEMONEY, ain’t nothin’ different, gunshots and jumpin’ fences
Hold on I’m tryna get loose, please don’t get shit confused
Ask Don C, I’ve been lit, this ‘Ye shit just lit the fuse
Now I’m on fire, everybody go quiet
Like where was you last week? My nigga the f**k was you hidin’?
Like I was laying on my arm I’m on my side
South side, I’m down to start a riot

[Hook]

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Migo Domingo – Trap All Night

[Intro]
I been in the trap all night
What? What?
Trap, trap, trap trap trap

[Pre-Hook]
I been in the trap all night
Beatin’ up the pot, call me Ike
Whipping up the rowdy, no white
27 birds, Ray Rice
Don’t call my phone talkin’ ‘bout the price
Hit a lick then I count it up twice
Thirty clip on my hip, take your life

[Hook]
I been in the trap all night
I been in the trap all night
I been in the trap all night
I been in the trap all night
I been in the trap all night
I been in the trap all night
I been in the trap all night
I been in the trap all night

[Verse 1]
I been in the trap all night
Count a hundred, same floor I shoot dice
Hit a lick, young nigga think twice
Thirty clip on my hip, take your life
I’m in the trap, goin’ up on the price
Scrape the pot, whip it up like rice
I keep a chopper so you better act right
Cause that bitch gon’ bite, Mike Tys’
I got these white hoes fuckin’ up the Hannah Montana
Migo my gang, I don’t need no bandana
All these jewels, looking like Santana
When I pop a seal, know I pour it in a Fanta
Ate a bitch out like I’m Tony Montana
All these monkey niggas, so we keep bananas
Nigga used to rob, now I pull up Panamera
Inside red, outside mascara
Trap the bitch out seven days of the week
Other birds underwater, back to back like a fleet
Took the plug off, time for a repeat
Foreign bad bitch, top floor in the suite
We been in the trap, we been kicking doors, designer my toes
We pull up in Rolls, we come from the Nawf, we call it bando

[Pre-Hook]
I been in the trap all night
Beatin’ up the pot, call me Ike
Whipping up the rowdy, no white
27 birds, Ray Rice
Don’t call my phone talkin’ ‘bout the price
Hit a lick then I count it up twice
Thirty clip on my hip, take your life

[Hook]
I been in the trap all night
I been in the trap all night
I been in the trap all night
I been in the trap all night
I been in the trap all night
I been in the trap all night
I been in the trap all night
I been in the trap all night

[Verse 2]
Trap trap trap trap
That’s how a young nigga had to get it
Put this strap to your head like a fitted
Hundred bands, young nigga is you with it?
Thirty-three in the clip, Scottie Pippen
Hit a lick with my niggas, gotta split it
Gotta chopper same size as a midget
Daffy Duck bullets, choppers get to spitting
I been in the trap all night
Thirty on my hip get a fuck nigga right
All these niggas hating, bitch nigga it’s on sight
Domingo go get him, I’m the one to take your life
Pockets on swole but don’t call me Kelly Price
These niggas want a cookie ‘til I tell ‘em what’s the price
Tell the pot, beat it up, whip it like Ike
In the trap all night, got everything you like
Trap trap trap trap trap trap trap
Migo Gang, we done put the Nawf on the map
99 sacks but don’t call me Warren Sapp
I got niggas in the kitchen cookin’ up with a strap
Shout out to the squad, them niggas go hard
They might pull your card
What up with the gang
We whipping up bricks, we serving through bars

[Pre-Hook]
I been in the trap all night
Beatin’ up the pot, call me Ike
Whipping up the rowdy, no white
27 birds, Ray Rice
Don’t call my phone talkin’ ‘bout the price
Hit a lick then I count it up twice
Thirty clip on my hip, take your life

[Hook]
I been in the trap all night
I been in the trap all night
I been in the trap all night
I been in the trap all night
I been in the trap all night
I been in the trap all night
I been in the trap all night
I been in the trap all night