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MadAs Video (MV)




Performed By: Whispers
Language: English
Length: 2:12
Written by: Thomas Siwik




Whispers - MadAs Lyrics
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(Huh) Rappin
Stackin the money attack it
(Woah) Stagnant
You boys got no motion you backwards
(Huh) Baddest
My bitch walk around with the fatty
(Yeah ass)
(Oh)
I f*cked your bitch and I know that you mad as
Get them bags off
I watched the money just stack up
You boys just act tuff
No I ain't worried I mask off
Then I blast off (Yeah)
I got the juice i'm a macker
(Yeah) Trackhawk
Gotta be cautious ain't no lacking
(Yeah) Mack gun
I got a mack gun
It weigh a mack ton
Blast him
I might blast him
This shit ain't for fashion (On god)
But I put that shit on no cappin
He talkin shit push his caps in
We movin gas get the cash in
Niggas dick sucking i'm laughing
(Huh)
(What)
(Yeah)
I do my dance on this hoe
Got your bitch riding in the V and she do it for free
I'm bout to bust down this bitch she a freak met her from W.V.
W.W.E. Flipped all the weed in a week
Movies I made like a G
Two thousand twenty two twenty two three
I couldn't even charge for a feat
Next year might cost you a fee
Ran up this money on feet
Made all my money from beats
You mad bout a bitch just keep that shit P
Look at my wrist
It look like a leak
Quality stones invisible link
Rockin marni it might be alyx
(Huh) Rappin
Stackin the money attack it
(Woah) Stagnant
You boys got no motion you backwards
(Huh) Baddest
My bitch walk around with the fatty
(Clap it Oh) I f*cked your bitch and I know that you mad as
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(Huh) Rappin
Stackin the money attack it
(Woah) Stagnant
You boys got no motion you backwards
(Huh) Baddest
My bitch walk around with the fatty
(Yeah ass)
(Oh)
I f*cked your bitch and I know that you mad as
Get them bags off
I watched the money just stack up
You boys just act tuff
No I ain't worried I mask off
Then I blast off (Yeah)
I got the juice i'm a macker
(Yeah) Trackhawk
Gotta be cautious ain't no lacking
(Yeah) Mack gun
I got a mack gun
It weigh a mack ton
Blast him
I might blast him
This shit ain't for fashion (On god)
But I put that shit on no cappin
He talkin shit push his caps in
We movin gas get the cash in
Niggas dick sucking i'm laughing
(Huh)
(What)
(Yeah)
I do my dance on this hoe
Got your bitch riding in the V and she do it for free
I'm bout to bust down this bitch she a freak met her from W.V.
W.W.E. Flipped all the weed in a week
Movies I made like a G
Two thousand twenty two twenty two three
I couldn't even charge for a feat
Next year might cost you a fee
Ran up this money on feet
Made all my money from beats
You mad bout a bitch just keep that shit P
Look at my wrist
It look like a leak
Quality stones invisible link
Rockin marni it might be alyx
(Huh) Rappin
Stackin the money attack it
(Woah) Stagnant
You boys got no motion you backwards
(Huh) Baddest
My bitch walk around with the fatty
(Clap it Oh) I f*cked your bitch and I know that you mad as
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Writer: Thomas Siwik
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