U Madt Freestyle Lyrics By Burna Boy
You're mad
You're, you're, you're mad
Me say, you're mad, why
Yes, I know my lyrics is dribble
Mehn, I freestlye me no have time for no pen and pattern scribble
How many times I sing your girl come to the club and wiggle?
And she come give me love a little
I'm, man, I pretend to her a little, little
When I come for drive in my car
I'm passing her
She's hopping down me car, I'm go with her
When she bends over, sitting like a tiger
Yo, back to the basic fact
You're just rat
My fat to five are gone club
My real Gs are idiots
Ama no say your girlfrind hot
Some are coming in thinking crab
I'm no taking like but a crab, crab
Ama know say mine coming at me just exciting
And, and see the girl dem giving me inviting
Statement of fact that am liking, liking, liking
Have a spear like a viking
Paparazzi everywhere
When you see me arriving
And they want to know what I'm wearing or car I'm driving
They don't even give a fuck of how the way I'm surviving
So, what I go strike them naa thunder and lightening
Yo, ama go back to the lighter fact
Understand me sing writing that
No, nobody is writing that
Fight me then I'm fighting back
I know that I might react
Bring me into the yes contract
And I'm like, no I'm not designing that
Call me your favoirite artist
All you want, I'm still not designing that
Bullshit
That's what we did Picasso define it as
You're mad
Don't close your eyes, there's enough comment on love when you smile
Feel for them
