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Mad
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Dance
Mad was released on February 28, 2024 by Los Alamos Music as a part of the album Mad - Single
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Release DateFebruary 28, 2024
LabelLos Alamos Music
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM75

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
LØ$
LØ$
Performer
Barri
Barri
Performer
Ari Morina
Ari Morina
Programming, Vocals
Lucas Castro
Lucas Castro
Vocals
André Rochi
André Rochi
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ari Morina
Ari Morina
Composer, Lyrics
Lucas Castro
Lucas Castro
Lyrics
André Rochi
André Rochi
Composer

Lyrics

Agh-Agh
Huuuh
Agh-Agh-Agh-Agh
Huuuh
Agh-Agh-Agh-Agh
Huuuh
(This shit is burnin)
(Ahh)
My shit is lastin'
My flow fantastic
My bitch elastic as it gets, don't need gymnastic
Can't be mad
If she pulls the bag
P to P, I'm the one she callin' man's
Can't relax
Comes from France
Pay the tax
Flip the packs
I got people keeping records of my L's like shit is cool
Imma body every rapper is imaginary smoke
They wanna have my fucking pen so I had to put 'em on my scope
Ain't nobody on my country holdin' sixteen like I do (DONE)
That's on God
It's all love
Y'all rap good
Y'all look cool
But you can never sound like this y'all homeboys been lying good
Oh you from the trenches now, how does it come you have a pool?
We was hungry stealin' pennies, y'all was chillin' skippin' school
I done read through all the books the classroom gonna be full
I pull up to your grave Solomon Grundy
Kill me Sunday, Imma born a Monday
If you lucky you won't see me on a bad day
Someday
(HUH)
Someday, I'm gon eat you like a cake
Take your hoe for dinner, she enjoyed it, lick the plate
Shootin' everybody in this place I cannot wait
Oh wait
You broke bitches can't relate?
October, January, I'm Halloween, you Judgement Day
And the daylight is getting shadowed, I'm like Sonic throwing shade
This shit is gore, I know, I been holding too much this fucking pain
I rock a heavy metal chain, it breaks some necks, it's too much weight
Mad, he ain't finna walk
Gaaaang, yeah I'm Barri with the Glock
Got the white lady on my neck they be scared ('kay)
We spray, we disappear just like yo homie dead (your homie dead)
Acting like they spooky, they just rat (facts)
With the Prada on my body lil bitch I get racks (bitch)
I ain't flexin but ain't no way I don't dress (Designer)
I got opps that I don't know, I'm bout to get 'em wrecked
Mad, he ain't finna walk
Gaaaang, yeah I'm Barri with a Glock
Pull up to your grave Solomon Grundy
Kill me Sunday, Imma born a Monday
Written by: André Rochi, Ari Morina, Lucas Castro
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