D.Paine - Got Em Mad Lyrics

It's The New St. Louis, nigga
Yeah
F*ck Boy (F*ck Boy)
Paine (Paine)
Look at her go (look at her go)
She don't even gag (she don't even gag)
She just be with it (she just be with it)
I ain't even ask (ain't even ask)
I got em mad (I got em mad)
I got em mad (I got em mad)
I got em mad (I got em mad)
I got em mad (I got em mad)
Got me some money (got me some money)
F*cked on they hoes (f*cked on they hoes)
They in they feelings (they in they feelings)
Just like these hoes (just like these hoes)
I got em mad (I got em mad)
I got em mad (I got em mad)
I got em mad (I got em mad)
I got em mad (I got em mad)
I'mma just keep it G baby this shit ain't cheap
Couple more hundred for a verse bro that shit ain't free
Most of these niggas be talking do anything for a plea
F*ck boy jumping outta line then wanna pay me in beats
Too many frauds too many snakes
I'm not involved I can't relate
It be the same nigga that claim they real they get in that room and they tell
It be the same nigga that saying he getting it he broke ain't making no sell
I know them jack boys sitting back smoking Reggie blunts waiting to see a nigga fail
I got em mad (I got em mad)
They all in they feelings (they all in they feelings)
I been counting these racks (counting these racks up)
Boy get off yo ass (Off yo ass)
Look at her do it you can't even hit that shit she only go for Paine
Breaking her back she throwing it back you know I'm bringing the Paine
Look at her go (look at her go)
She don't even gag (she don't even gag)
She just be with it (she just be with it)
I ain't even ask (ain't even ask)
I got em mad (I got em mad)
I got em mad (I got em mad)
I got em mad (I got em mad)
I got em mad (I got em mad)
Got me some money (got me some money)
F*cked on they hoes (f*cked on they hoes)
They in they feelings (they in they feelings)
Just like these hoes (just like these hoes)
I got em mad (I got em mad)
I got em mad (I got em mad)
I got em mad (I got em mad)
I got em mad (I got em mad)
Only time you catch me in my feelings if my paper wrong
I can pull up right now gut her out know she won't hate me long
Watch them mooching niggas close they the ones be hanging on
I just make it flood on her ass she say it turn her on
I just seen that bag and I couldn't wait lil bro I had to get it
I was still that nigga back in school used to hit the baddest bitches
RIP my dog we was in that Lucci shooting a movie
It wasn't hard for me to keep it real I watched my daddy do it
I ain't never fold I couldn't fold not one time
I was always the smuggler every time we ran into one time
I been watching them lil niggas plot on me the whole time
She know what I like she get straight to it right before showtime
Look at her go (look at her go)
She don't even gag (she don't even gag)
She just be with it (she just be with it)
I ain't even ask (ain't even ask)
I got em mad (I got em mad)
I got em mad (I got em mad)
I got em mad (I got em mad)
I got em mad (I got em mad)
Got me some money (got me some money)
F*cked on they hoes (f*cked on they hoes)
They in they feelings (they in they feelings)
Just like these hoes (just like these hoes)
I got em mad (I got em mad)
I got em mad (I got em mad)
I got em mad (I got em mad)
I got em mad (I got em mad)