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Oh she mad
Hitting all the doors
Oh she mad
Stumbling feet to the floor
Oh she mad
Want me to do all the chores
Oh she mad, oh she mad, oh she mad!
Hitting all the doors
Oh she mad
Stumbling feet to the floor
Oh she mad
Want me to do all the chores
Oh she mad, oh she mad
Shawty wanna fuck
But she don't wanna tell me what's up
Look me in my eyes
Tell me lies, like I like
But she just strikes, she just strikes!
Another psycodhelic trip
Goes off script
Not successful with her choice
Wanna take a sip outta me
Girl imma give you all the water, drink, that you need
Scrolling down my feed
Oh you're so cool
Yes girl indeed, yes, yes
Yes girl indeed, yes girl indeed, yes, yes
Yes girl indeed, yes girl indeed, yes, yes
Yes girl indeed, my
Brothers be running on the red
I better be runnin' on the low
People be partying that's a threat
And I've got put on another dance show
Used to be the jump man, jump man
Now I'm the broken, broke man
Did that flip constantly
But honestly the pressure on my knees
Won't let me take no stand
Yeah love to dance, dance
Really be thinking to freelance
I can work no more
Under these circumstances
I would rather take my chances
I be going going mad, be going bananas
Can't keep up with all these sadness
Can't keep up with all this practice
Can't keep up with all these Alice
Can t keep up with al these sadness
Can't keep up with all these practice
Can't keep up with all these Alice
Can't keep up with al these sadness
Can't keep up, can't keep up
Nah, nah nah can't keep up
Oh she mad
Hitting all the doors
Oh she mad
Stumbling feet to the floor
Oh she mad
Want me to do all the chores
Oh she mad, oh she mad, oh she mad!
Hitting all the doors
Oh she mad
Stumbling feet to the floor
Oh she mad
Want me to do all the chores
Oh she mad, oh she mad
Shawty wanna
Writer(s): Iago Renan Bresciani
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