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Madness 2 Video (MV)




Performed By: W.B.K
Length: 3:14
Written by: Deron Culbreth




W.B.K - Madness 2 Lyrics
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I have arrived
Who want smoke
When the blade draws
Who getting poked
Hell is hot
Just like these hollows
Use alcohol to drown out your sorrow
Puerto Rican
Pussy Poppin
Probably cause
My pockets
Puffy
Puffin up
With profit
You paper thin
You fold easy
Ain't no competition
This is easy breezy
Baddie with a fatty
Back it up like a talker
Make that bitch wet like wegman and talker
All you muthaf*ckas will get cropped
If you flip flop
I will off your top
All of this work and tryna get a name
Its all about art
Its not about fame
First sound cloud
Then apple music
All you mother f*ckers said I wouldn't do it
You doubted WBK
Me and you doubted Jay
Now you see that all of us eating good
You pussy niggas wanna play
Why
Cause its madness all around me niggas keep switching
Its madness all around me and these women keep bitching
Yuh
You left for dead
Like left for dead
I turned around
Then left you dead
Its not personal
Just biz
And you should know how everything is
Wouldn't give a damn if you had kids
Play with my money and its over cheers
Have a cocktail with three more gems
While my home boy tear you limb from limb
I be going crazy
With this mother f*cking lady
Then I turned her ass around
She was acting real shady
I can never get it pass
Why I always come in last
So I gotta take a soul
As I'm digging in a hole
Im never in the grave sight
But in hot sight
I should've took a chance
When its shinning real bright
Keem getting real high
Higher then a plane fight
Then we saw a couple homies asking for a fist fight
Dog
You don't really want this beef
I don't fight to win
I fight for the feast
Im five foot eleven
With a long ass meat and a girl swinging on it like a tight rope G
Yuh
Cause its madness all around bitch
Cause its madness all around bitch
Cause its madness all around bitch
Whack Boi is up next bitch
So you know I gotta kill it
You a skillet
That's the realist
Im the realist
Bitch im trill
Really can't stand
People in the rain
Ready change the game
Cause I feel it in my veins
Niggas don't think I'm nice
But I still got ice with a bad bitch right
Sike
I could keep goin all night
Imma go hard
Hit you with a left right down up combo
Mix em like gumbo
He goin stumble
Bitch I'm humble
Yes I see madness in the rain
Niggas can't be tamed
Swerving switching lanes
While I get some brain
I been insane
Plot twist its a game
I speak pain niggas don't know me but I'm bane
Coming at you whack like a heart attack
Momma wouldn't know that I get all the quack
Keep it up
Keep it up
No stopping that
Imma beast unleashed
No coming back
Nigga ain't f*cking get it
Then rewind it back
Stacking bread up
Bitch I'm fed up
Keep ya head up
And see what I see
Madness
Its just madness all around me
Madness all around me
Bitch
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I have arrived
Who want smoke
When the blade draws
Who getting poked
Hell is hot
Just like these hollows
Use alcohol to drown out your sorrow
Puerto Rican
Pussy Poppin
Probably cause
My pockets
Puffy
Puffin up
With profit
You paper thin
You fold easy
Ain't no competition
This is easy breezy
Baddie with a fatty
Back it up like a talker
Make that bitch wet like wegman and talker
All you muthaf*ckas will get cropped
If you flip flop
I will off your top
All of this work and tryna get a name
Its all about art
Its not about fame
First sound cloud
Then apple music
All you mother f*ckers said I wouldn't do it
You doubted WBK
Me and you doubted Jay
Now you see that all of us eating good
You pussy niggas wanna play
Why
Cause its madness all around me niggas keep switching
Its madness all around me and these women keep bitching
Yuh
You left for dead
Like left for dead
I turned around
Then left you dead
Its not personal
Just biz
And you should know how everything is
Wouldn't give a damn if you had kids
Play with my money and its over cheers
Have a cocktail with three more gems
While my home boy tear you limb from limb
I be going crazy
With this mother f*cking lady
Then I turned her ass around
She was acting real shady
I can never get it pass
Why I always come in last
So I gotta take a soul
As I'm digging in a hole
Im never in the grave sight
But in hot sight
I should've took a chance
When its shinning real bright
Keem getting real high
Higher then a plane fight
Then we saw a couple homies asking for a fist fight
Dog
You don't really want this beef
I don't fight to win
I fight for the feast
Im five foot eleven
With a long ass meat and a girl swinging on it like a tight rope G
Yuh
Cause its madness all around bitch
Cause its madness all around bitch
Cause its madness all around bitch
Whack Boi is up next bitch
So you know I gotta kill it
You a skillet
That's the realist
Im the realist
Bitch im trill
Really can't stand
People in the rain
Ready change the game
Cause I feel it in my veins
Niggas don't think I'm nice
But I still got ice with a bad bitch right
Sike
I could keep goin all night
Imma go hard
Hit you with a left right down up combo
Mix em like gumbo
He goin stumble
Bitch I'm humble
Yes I see madness in the rain
Niggas can't be tamed
Swerving switching lanes
While I get some brain
I been insane
Plot twist its a game
I speak pain niggas don't know me but I'm bane
Coming at you whack like a heart attack
Momma wouldn't know that I get all the quack
Keep it up
Keep it up
No stopping that
Imma beast unleashed
No coming back
Nigga ain't f*cking get it
Then rewind it back
Stacking bread up
Bitch I'm fed up
Keep ya head up
And see what I see
Madness
Its just madness all around me
Madness all around me
Bitch
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Writer: Deron Culbreth
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