Ya'Yah - Mad

Ya'Yah
I keep a bitch mad without even trying
Ask that hoe why she don't like me and I bet she start lying
It's cus ya nigga wanna treat me
Or you secretly wanna be me
Pop it in that hoe face she prolly wanna eat me
Ima boss so I do what I want
I keep y'all mad and don't give a fuck
You love to hate me and watch what I do
Now bend it over make that nigga do what I want too
Bend it over arch ya back get low
Bend it over arch ya back get low
He like when I bend my back like a gymnast
Only the best can play in this like the Olympics
Ima bend it over smooth like this gymnastic
He gave me all 10s cus my performance was fantastic
I balanced on his beam
Hit my pose and everything
Looked back at'em and winked
I made that hood nigga sing
We go round and round but we ain't gettin dizzy
Hit'em with that double hand when we really getting busy
Slap my ass and then he flip me
Got him suckin on my titties
Tryna cuff me like a felon
I tell him no he get to yellin
I love when I don't gotta ask twice
Ima big brat
So that shit just don't feel right
The shit gets me tight
But my man know better
He know when he act right this pussy get wetter
Nigga I don't need you
So act right cus nigga I'll release you
I'm not the 1 and you won't get 2
Chances to try and play with me boo
I keep a bitch mad without even trying
Ask that hoe why she don't like me and I bet she start lying
It's cus your nigga wanna treat me
Or you secretly wanna be me
Pop it in that hoe face she prolly wanna eat me
Ima boss so I do what I want
I keep y'all mad and don't give a fuck
You love to hate me and watch what I do
Now bend it over make that nigga do what I want too
Bend it over arch ya back get low
Bend it over arch ya back get low
He like when I bend my back like a gymnast
Only the best can play in this like the Olympics
I run lapse around you bitches like a track star
Gave you a head start you still didn't get far
Thought you were on my level
But you didn't make the mark
I'm done arguing with you bitches
You don't bite only bark
While you in and out your feelings
I be laughing to the bank
I be in and out of cars
I be in and out of range
I be in and out ya life
I be in and out of planes
I be in and out of stores with da drip you peep the chain
I be in and out the strip clubs with my bitches make it rain
I be in and out his pockets you know love don't cost a thing
We done helping these bitches man they really do be lame
No more saving these hoes they be going against the grain
Nigga I don't need you
So act right cus nigga I'll release you
I'm not the 1 and you won't get 2
Chances to try and play with me boo
Fuck you

Written by:
Ayana Taylor

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