Don’t Be Mad

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah You know you have to tell people to just calm down a lil' bit, you know? (Don't be mad) Tone it all the way the eff down Here we go, yeah [Chorus] We are not the same (Same), I'm on some other shit (Shit) Can't do it like, can't do it like, can't get it like this Don't be mad (Don't be), don't be mad (Don't be) Don't be mad (Don't be, a-don't be, a-don't be, bitch) [Verse 1] I'm on my mogo (Yeah), racks at my disposal You ain't in my lane, ain't fuckin' with my mojo (Nah) How we do it over here, everything jumbo (Big) And nothin' else matters, man, we call that shit a "no-go" (Uh-uh) I'm a star (Star), I shine bright (Bright) On the bad days, still have a good night Maybe that's why these bitches got a lot of spite (Eww) Can you ease up up my shit, you bucketload of parasites? (Ah) Flip 'em off (Off), the middle finger (Finger) Butt so big, poke they ass with my stinger (Bzzz, ow) I gotta leave 'em in suspense (Uh-huh) and let 'em linger (Hey) Might let 'em at to rub my feet, the ringleader (Rasheeda) I'm such a diva, don't be mad (Don't be mad) Was that a dab? (Huh?) You're such a fuckin' crab (Fuckin' crab) You need some swag, here you go, you can have it (Here, here) My style so crazy, gotta wear a straight jacket (Ooh-wow) [Chorus] We are not the same (Same), I'm on some other shit (Shit) Can't do it like, can't do it like, can't get it like this Don't be mad (Don't be), don't be mad (Don't be) Don't be mad (Don't be, a-don't be, a-don't be, bitch) Don't be a hater, throw me under the bus (Bus) As you can see the BBC, don't really give a fuck (Fuck) Don't be mad (Don't be), don't be mad (Don't be) Don't be mad (Don't be, a-don't be, a-don't be) [Verse 2] Okay, see we go hard, that's just how we do (Do) The chicks in my crew got that stupid revenue (You know) Tryna play "catch it"? Better get your running shoe 'Cause shawty, we big shit, big rows of tissue (Hey, hey) Yeah, hol' on (Hol' on), Chanel bag swag (Swag) You ain't fuckin' with the kid, old glad trash bag Gotta feed 'em with a long spoon, this why he's so fine-tuned You faker than a cartoon, I'm hotter than the month of June (Woo, damn) Now take that to the bank (Bank) You're just insecure, that's why you always quick to hate (Lame) A real bitch focus on they K (K) Steppin' shit up, lift my feet, then I plank (Plankin') They feel me comin' like a bad toothache (Ow) Make a bitch regroup, take a long spring break (See ya) Yeah, I'm a boss (I'm a boss), don't be mad (Don't be mad) Is you feelin' yo' self, sis? Them fake tits, and ass (Ha) [Chorus] We are not the same (Same), I'm on some other shit (Shit) Can't do it like, can't do it like, can't get it like this Don't be mad (Don't be), don't be mad (Don't be) Don't be mad (Don't be, a-don't be, a-don't be) Don't be a hater, throw me under the bus (Bus) As you can see the BBC, don't really give a fuck (Fuck) Don't be mad (Don't be), don't be mad (Don't be) Don't be mad (Don't be, a-don't be, a-don't be) [Outro] (Haha) You know you have to tell people to just calm down a lil' bit, you know? Just, tone it all the way the eff down You know what, Rasheeda? I told know not to goddamn take 'em in 'Cause these bitches swag, now you gave these bitches the recipe to [?] We gon' teach these bitches, man It's Boss Bitch Music, baow, ayy