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Song title: Superstar Status - Make'm Mad

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Chorus:

Ol’ girl you killin’ them n***as
Oh yeah, you bad...
(Oh yeah you bad)
Ol’ yeah you killin’ them n***as
Oh yeah, you bad...
(Oh yeah you bad)
Ol’ girl you killin’ them n***as
Oh yeah, you bad...
(Oh yeah you bad)
And you don’t f*** with them n***as
You make’m mad…

Ol’ girl you killin’ them b***s
Oh yeah, you bad...
(Yeah you bad)
Ol’ girl you killin’ them b***s
Oh yeah, you bad...
(Oh yeah you bad)
Ol’ girl you killin’ them b***s
Oh yeah, you bad...
(Yeah you bad)
And you don’t f*** with them n***as
You make’m mad…

Verse 1, Jerome Marshaun:

You got me spending all my money
Wit’ yo fine ass
She like Patron,
Diamonds in a pink glass
Shawty tell me where to go
And I’ll be wit’ it girl
You keep on kissin’ on my neck
And you gon’ get it girl
Yo, when she sleeps
She like to rock a n*** white tee
And what’s up under the shirt
She let her n*** see
She got that dumptruck that every m’f*** like
And I’m a dog so I m’f***in take a bite
I miss a night and shawty throw a big fit
I still get nervous cause shawty got some good s***
She rockin’ Coogi just do to a mail run
I pay a hundred just to keep her f***in nails done
Just hit up Macy’s
She leavin’ out with twelve bags
She keep my debit card
Deep in that Chanel bag
Hater b***es
They be lookin’ to sick
Homie, you could never pull her
Cause she too thick

(Chorus 1x)

Verse 2, D’Nice:

She be killin’ them b***es
The way she work it
Sexy than a m’f***
Every n*** flirtin’
N***as won’t admit it
They just wanna hit it
But I put it on my life
I’ma m’f***in’ get it
Playin’ hard to get
But she well worth the chase
And I’ma beat it up, with precision
Like a bass
Got her s*** together
Got a job and a car
You got ya own crib?
Babygirl, you’re a star
Money over bulls***
She ain’t with the drama
Thicker than a Snickers
M’f***, she a stunner
Everytime I see her
She be rockin’ new s***
Shawty gotta mean switch
Make them n***as throw a fit
Prada on the jeans
Ed Hardy on the top
She step up on the lot
Only want it if it drops
$600 on the phone
Shawty got it goin’ on
Face like a college girl
Body full grown

(Chorus out)