Prezzy Pacino - Ciiig Mad (feat. Dada Wave) Lyrics

I'm Happy As F*ck
Niggaz Madder Than Eva
Niggaz Sadder Than Eva
They Been Rappin Forever
& They Stuck In Ths Same Spot
Sandy Niggaz Guarding Everything
They BayWatch
This Ain't A Movie Dawg
Extension The Clip This Shit Is Movie Long
Mobbing In Flicks Catch Em Doly
Dey Dont Know Who Tuh Call
Testing A Nigga Temperature
He Violating Protocol
He Ain't Averaging Wat He Speaking
Nigga & Overall
Niggaz Pass Everyday
Most Not In A Grateful Way
Stand Infront Of Heavenz Gatez
Dear Father Let Us Pray
Rude Boy Air Ya Background
If You Want To Play
Pause Bet He Won't Resume The Same
I Check Hiz Resume
These Niggaz Featherweight
Prezzy Come & Set Da Ranks
And I Could Put U Anywhere I Want
Lyke Itz Section 8
Tell Now Man Story Tellerz
Fucc Wat U Heard Of
Type Of Nigga F*ck Ya Aunt
Get Ya Uncle Murdad
Mmm
No Lenny Grant Pockets Full Of Grantz
No Trash Diz A Hefty Bag
3 X The Bag Triple It
Smoking Lz Ain't Takin Lz
I'm Jus Winnin Shit
All These Double Uz
Niggaz Think I Got A Twin & Shit!
Prezzy
Him Mad
Ugh Yeah
Ciiig Mad
Damn and
Him Mad
Ooouuu Wooo
Ciiig Mad
Righ Righ
Him Mad
Ugh Yeah
Ciiig Mad
Damn and
Him Mad
Ooouuu Wooo
Ciiig Mad

I'm dada wave I'm back again all black hoodie on nigga I ain't no African
Shitting on all these rappers ain't talking laxative
Said he want static he shocked soon as that Mack it hit
Punch him all up in his face yea ask for it
Ask
Ask me what I pitch in the field I said that crack and shit
Till that day i get me a deal I'm straight macking shit
Bet not put it up in my cup unless it's activist
You know what I'm jacking bytch

At 15 I hit the block yea I really was buzzin
I sold stones yea it was cold that's y I keep a oven
I got it on my own so I never need for nothing
Feel the hate can't penetrate so go head keep it coming
At 16 had a skeem on how to get the bread
Now I wonder why these bytches always wanna give me head
I tell her bend it over f*cking her till she half dead
Always had bread baby girl let that ass spread
At 17 a couple niggas tried to pull a stunt
They couldn't beat me one on one they went ahead and got me jump
I told my bro blaze go ahead and grab that pump
All over a bytch These lil stupid niggas must be dumb

The bytches comical disappear like a magic show
Once I get that nut told that bytch yea it's time to go off that pills
And that berry made a lot of dough know a couple essays
When its time only rounds they blow all I gotta tell them vato yea
Vaminos have the crowd running and ducking i tell em adios
Know a couple bytches yea they really like to smoke
When they get high to get by they swing ostrich throat
Rip to James brown and jack p realest in the field of you ask me
Gang