Make ’Em Mad

By Slizzy K

On Slizz Season 3

Released on May 3, 2019

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[Pre-Chorus]

Gone make ‘em mad, gone make ‘em mad

Gone make ‘em mad, gone make ‘em mad

Gone make ‘em mad, gone make ‘em mad

Gone make ‘em mad, gone make ‘em mad

(Talk yo' shit Slizz)


[Chorus]

Gone make ‘em mad, gone make ‘em mad (aye)

Gone make ‘em mad, gone make ‘em mad (aye)

Gone make ‘em mad, gone make ‘em mad (aye)

Gone make ‘em mad, gone make ‘em mad (aye)

Is it the racks to ya’ ear that got ‘em mad

Is it the stacks over here that got ‘em mad

Never in ya' feelings in ya' bag

Not Thursday but lil’ momma throw it back


[1st Verse]

Told her lil' booties matter, put it on a platter

Her cake on slim but lil' momma still badder

Shake it like batter, hear the chit chatter

Told her break it down, gone and make the ground shatter (boom)

Yeah they want attention we don't give ‘em none

Left wrist got more icing than a honey bun (ice)

Gone make ‘em mad like you know you should

She keep her edges done so you know her commas good

She say she got a nigga what that gotta' do with me

You to fine for just him baby stop that foolery

Don't be tripping of my instagram it's just you and me

Took her to my city now she speak da' lingo fluently

She independent and she winning yeah I like that

Lil’ momma so bad make ya’ wanna' wife that

She wanna’ party with a boss get wasted

Let me zoom in baby where that waist at

Disrespect her get pop like a tart

She keep more bags then a dam shopping cart

Her baby daddy push carts Walmart

Wanna' be gangster Paul Blart


[Pre-Chorus]

Gone make ‘em mad, gone make ‘em mad

Gone make ‘em mad, gone make ‘em mad

Gone make ‘em mad, gone make ‘em mad

Gone make ‘em mad, gone make ‘em mad


[Chorus]

Gone make ‘em mad, gone make ‘em mad (aye)

Gone make ‘em mad, gone make ‘em mad (aye)

Gone make ‘em mad, gone make ‘em mad (aye)

Gone make ‘em mad, gone make ‘em mad (aye)

Is it the racks to ya' ear that got ‘em mad

Is it the stacks over here that got ‘em mad

Never in ya' feelings in ya’ bag

Not Thursday but lil' momma throw it back


[2nd Verse]

12 come she gone dip like avocado

How he have your heart when he don't have a car though

She made it clap in the morning like Alonzo

So I had to cut the check yeah pronto

I like ‘em peanut butter brown thick and black

Rosa Paris she can't sit up in the bain the back

Duck, Duck, they a goose go quack

On BET but she don't know how to act

I just want the money, I just want the money

She lookin' like some honey, lookin' like some honey

Gone let ‘em hate, gone let ‘em hate

Still living with his momma section eight

No ocean let me be Pacific

Keisha Carmen Alex Bridget

Tell me baby is you with it

Hop up in that Honda Civic

Swiper no swiping hope you got Allstate

Don't mess with with these niggas I swear they all fake

They grinding a second you grinding all day

Make ‘em mad told her twerk it in the hallway


[Pe-Chorus]

Gone make ‘em mad, gone make ‘em mad

Gone make ‘em mad, gone make ‘em mad

Gone make ‘em mad, gone make ‘em mad

Gone make ‘em mad, gone make ‘em mad


[Chorus]

Gone make ‘em mad, gone make ‘em mad (aye)

Gone make ‘em mad, gone make ‘em mad (aye)

Gone make ‘em mad, gone make ‘em mad (aye)

Gone make ‘em mad, gone make ‘em mad (aye)

Is it the racks to ya' ear that got ‘em mad

Is it the stacks over here that got ‘em mad

Never in ya' feelings in ya' bag

Not Thursday but lil' momma throw it back