R U Mad (feat. Shea Couleé & Peppermint) (John "J-C" Carr & Bill Coleman Mix)

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I'm on my knees It's three o'clock Right up the street I'm 'bout to drop One thirty six Or Fred your Earth I got a donut on the bay Say pretty please (pretty, pretty please) Or we won't stop (no, we won't stop) Don't be a tease (don't be a tease) Don't be a thot (don't be a thot) Bring me to tears (bring me to tears) Bring me right here (bring me right here) I like it sweet (I like it sweet) Or like a pill (right like a pill) Are you mad that I'm gay? Are you mad that I'm gay? Are you mad that I'm gay? Are you mad that I'm gay? Are you mad that I'm-- I'm in the back I'm on the bus Want to get off I'm in a rush I'm runnin' late Don't come too soon I'm so confused But let's resume Do you smoke weed? I got the fumes What's your name? I'm Michael Blume Bring me to tears (bring me to tears) Bring me right here (bring me right here) I like it sweet (I like it sweet) Or like a pill (right like a pill) Are you mad that I'm gay? Are you mad that I'm gay? Are you mad that I'm gay? Are you mad that I'm gay? Are you mad that I'm-- It's 2 AM I'm on my back (back, back) Rollin' in coins (coins) Countin' my stacks (countin' stacks) Eyebrows on fleek (fleek) My face is beat (yeah) You clockin' in But, I'm countin' sheep You wanna get with me, I expect the finest You can be my knight and I'll be your highness Gucci, Fendi, Prada, too And I'm steppin' on these heels with my bloody shoes Miss Thing, you don't wanna mess with me 'Cause your man just took me on a shopping spree 'Cause fifteen grand on my company Bum bitches like you give it up for free Are you mad that I'm paid? Are you mad that I'm paid? (paid) Are you mad that I slay? (slay) Are you mad that I'm Shea? (Shea) Why you mad tho? Got the baseball bat, 'bout to break backs (swing) Still the best piece of ass that my ex had Someone take my jacket and hone my back 'Cause I'm about to blow up like a meth lab Bitch you mad, 'cause y'all can't do what I do Smooth chocolate skin but no facetune (what) You mad, 'cause here's where your buck stops Your man gassin' me up like it's a truck stop (ooh) Like Beyoncé with your band on the bleachers Fuck boys up to my ass like bleachers (ew) I ain't a housewife me, keep the peaches I rock a two-piece on all the beaches You made a smooth rap but, oh baby here Got you fallin' off the pack like a baby here I'm not only the leader, I'm a pioneer Got you reachin' for the sky like a cop for here Stumble in and I saw it Like a tiger, I pawed it I like the piece so I bought it I like it all so I brought it I like the code and I flawed it Yes, you can applaud it I'll make this and you'll want it I'll hate this and you'll want it Are you mad that I'm- Are you mad that I'm- Are you mad that I'm- Are you mad that I'm gay? Are you mad that I'm gay? Are you mad that I'm gay? Are you mad that I'm gay? Are you mad that I'm-- Are you mad that I'm-- Are you mad that he's gay? Are you mad that he's gay? I'ma call my cousin Trey Oh, now you wanna play? You're such a cliché Sashay away