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why u look mad - Lil Tecca
Lyrics by：Tyler-Justin Anthony Sharpe/Rio Francesco Leyva/Christian Baello
Composed by：Tyler-Justin Anthony Sharpe/Rio Francesco Leyva/Christian Baello
I like this song we love you Tecca
Why you look so mad
Ginseng
Why you look so mad all the time
I like
F**k out of my face n***a
You n***as b***hes leave me the f**k alone
I don't even f**k with y'all what the f**k you talkin' 'bout
Tecca
Just woke up I freestyle n***a man this s**t don't stop
Yeah yeah
Yeah rockin' Rick Owens on my b***h she bad got a Gucci crop top
Yeah yeah
Run up on a n***a get it lit like BIC if a n***a talkin' hot
B***h
I just make new hit today n***a mad 'cause I'm hot and you not
New hit
I just pour up a deuce of that cup
Pour up a deuce of that Wock'
That Wock'
And your b***h on my d**k gettin' top
B***h on my d**k gettin' top
Gettin' top
Whole time he think he on top
He an addict he sippin' on drop
On drop
Man I know that they don't understand me
Whole time and I don't give a f**k
Don't give a f**k
They like Tecca why you so moody Lil' n***a I'm just in my mood
Why you so mad
I don't f**k with you n***as I'm not quiet I just don't talk to you
Talk to my b***h
They say Tecca why you look mad Lil' n***a that just be my mood
My mood
They say Tecca why you look mad Lil' n***a that just be my mood
Two b***hes on my d**k they arguin' n***a like Family Feud
They say Tecca switched up on the gang lil' n***a
Yeah you know it ain't true
F**k your gang
Some n***as they stole from me
Some n***as they flopped on me
Punk-a*s n***as
Got your b***h givin' top on me if a n***a talkin' hot on me
N***as is b***hes
Man some n***as try to steal sauce n***a think I don't peep that s**t
Stealin' the sauce
Man some n***as try to steal from my house I peep that s**t
Steal from my house
I peeped that b***h she move funny n***a I peep that s**t
And you think that you gotta watch the opps
Whole time you gotta watch your own clique
Watch your own gang
And I see the gang do funny s**t whole time I gotta make that click
On gang
And I know who was real right that one day I got hit
I got hit
Man these n***as think they angelic I don't even really f**k with you b***h
Yeah
Man this s**t too easy freestyling in the mic really do this s**t
Yeah yeah
F**king so many thots I d**n near forgot I knew this b***h
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Man I just got a check I ain't even gon' lie I blew this s**t
10K
Ran down on a opp crib man they thought we just moved in
Moved in
I don't f**k with no thots I ain't gon' lie they choosin'
They choosin' you ain't winnin'
I do this I got your b***h and she f**k with the clique
I don't got no clique I just gotta die
I stir up the pot bro sippin' that Wock'
He can't even walk I got the gas no NOS
Gas no NOS gas no NOS
Ayy shout out Ginseng
You know how we f**kin' comin' f**k outta here n***a
Man these n***as b***hes