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IM MAD Video (MV)




Performed By: Yonn
Language: English
Length: 2:45
Written by: John Ipek




Yonn - IM MAD Lyrics
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Hey everyone, it's Joey for JoeySuperCoolFoodReviews, Im Back
This for the old ones, said f*ck em I aint gon switch it back
Blame it on my past, got these demons round me they stay attached
Playin' with my bag, scope beside the laser, it stay attached
Pussy gon all federal, switch the digits up, I went and counted all my figures up
Choppa got a kickback, when I go pick it up
Diamonds round on my neck, cuban link drippin' down to my forearm
Gave em too many chances, still crossed up, now that it's foregone
Baby mama called up, I guess she diggin' on my form now
Dumb bitch, you a drug addict, ain't pushin' work, just bum habits
I'm a mud, maybe got mud magic
I wont drop the ball like John Madden, got her on the wall, got this audemaur for my watch, I see you look at it'
Why you back on my top now? I got you talkin' up now
Man, I drank a gallon, got my stomach steady gassin' up
She can't hang with us, lil shorty, she ain't bad enough
Twitter fingers, I've got yet to see him backin' up
Bro went clocked in, never clocked out, ever since my staff is up
I'm ballin' for everything, I want it all when I'm goin' in
Coup on a Marvin the Martian when I push to start on the whip
I took a lap round to relax, my hair in the wind
I be fresher then f*ck like a mannequin
Pushed to start on the whip and they panickin'
You cant stop at the bando I'm fillin' it
I been cuttin' off at the top, I f*cked her best friend in her bed
Still got her runnin' back in the same night
Dogged out the whole hood i guess she in her feelings I aint playin' nice
I went fully out of my stacks, you never known, well I ain't say it twice
Let the door swang up inside is bitches sniffin' cocaine
They dropped you off at the block, you look confused, ain't knowin what mane
These chains round of my neck, get tangled up, this shit like Lomein
This a 40 on my lap, strapped in the seat fore I attacked
I sent back shots to your ex, it ain't on purpose, she attached
I called the tech, he switched the gat you don't wanna get technical
Paranoid, I'm out of mind, been smokin' on this medical
I used to call him brother, he went switchin' up all federal
This for the old ones, said f*ck em I aint gon switch it back
Blame it on my past, got these demons round me they stay attached
Playin' with my bag, scope beside the laser, it stay attached
Pussy gon all federal, switch the digits up, I went and counted all my figures up
Choppa got a kickback, when I go pick it up
Diamonds round on my neck, cuban link drippin' down to my forearm
Gave em too many chances, still crossed up, now that it's foregone
Baby mama called up, I guess she diggin' on my form now
Baby back bitch trippin on my phone no I ain't with it
How i slide bitch, up the bankroll, countin' up my digits
PO callin' on his phone, I see him stressin'
Ain't put no pen to paper, buddy, why you testin'
I got his shorty on the phone, man, don't start it, he know better
He a buster in that pen, now he cryin' through his letters
Talkin' bout R.I.P. your dogs, you the one that switched and left em
Why you talkin' all that talk, we all know that boy a wetter
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Hey everyone, it's Joey for JoeySuperCoolFoodReviews, Im Back
This for the old ones, said f*ck em I aint gon switch it back
Blame it on my past, got these demons round me they stay attached
Playin' with my bag, scope beside the laser, it stay attached
Pussy gon all federal, switch the digits up, I went and counted all my figures up
Choppa got a kickback, when I go pick it up
Diamonds round on my neck, cuban link drippin' down to my forearm
Gave em too many chances, still crossed up, now that it's foregone
Baby mama called up, I guess she diggin' on my form now
Dumb bitch, you a drug addict, ain't pushin' work, just bum habits
I'm a mud, maybe got mud magic
I wont drop the ball like John Madden, got her on the wall, got this audemaur for my watch, I see you look at it'
Why you back on my top now? I got you talkin' up now
Man, I drank a gallon, got my stomach steady gassin' up
She can't hang with us, lil shorty, she ain't bad enough
Twitter fingers, I've got yet to see him backin' up
Bro went clocked in, never clocked out, ever since my staff is up
I'm ballin' for everything, I want it all when I'm goin' in
Coup on a Marvin the Martian when I push to start on the whip
I took a lap round to relax, my hair in the wind
I be fresher then f*ck like a mannequin
Pushed to start on the whip and they panickin'
You cant stop at the bando I'm fillin' it
I been cuttin' off at the top, I f*cked her best friend in her bed
Still got her runnin' back in the same night
Dogged out the whole hood i guess she in her feelings I aint playin' nice
I went fully out of my stacks, you never known, well I ain't say it twice
Let the door swang up inside is bitches sniffin' cocaine
They dropped you off at the block, you look confused, ain't knowin what mane
These chains round of my neck, get tangled up, this shit like Lomein
This a 40 on my lap, strapped in the seat fore I attacked
I sent back shots to your ex, it ain't on purpose, she attached
I called the tech, he switched the gat you don't wanna get technical
Paranoid, I'm out of mind, been smokin' on this medical
I used to call him brother, he went switchin' up all federal
This for the old ones, said f*ck em I aint gon switch it back
Blame it on my past, got these demons round me they stay attached
Playin' with my bag, scope beside the laser, it stay attached
Pussy gon all federal, switch the digits up, I went and counted all my figures up
Choppa got a kickback, when I go pick it up
Diamonds round on my neck, cuban link drippin' down to my forearm
Gave em too many chances, still crossed up, now that it's foregone
Baby mama called up, I guess she diggin' on my form now
Baby back bitch trippin on my phone no I ain't with it
How i slide bitch, up the bankroll, countin' up my digits
PO callin' on his phone, I see him stressin'
Ain't put no pen to paper, buddy, why you testin'
I got his shorty on the phone, man, don't start it, he know better
He a buster in that pen, now he cryin' through his letters
Talkin' bout R.I.P. your dogs, you the one that switched and left em
Why you talkin' all that talk, we all know that boy a wetter
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Writer: John Ipek
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