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Mad About Bars Part 2 Lyrics - Artist : Unknown T
Had a dot-dot up in the cab, got Polkas in bags
We soak him and dash Bro-bro got the clique on waps Beg man don't run, when they see that wap Got the clique on mash Beg man don't run, when they see that wap Bro-bro got the clique on waps Beg man don't run, when they see that mash I had devilish thoughts when I witnessed the body get chopped Banged the one pop In fact, there's still spots in this spin ting Come like them old school clocks Listen One lickle ching and they chat like kids He got splashed, and he got cheffed We didn't say shit Gang just pop up and tape off strips Real nigga shit Pamper ting, buss off and take mans shit Bumper ting, bruk' off and tek' some dick She wants some more love Just take a man in Want some more love? Just take a man in Gyal must be licked if she thinks imma come to her crib To get caught up and then get nicked Don't forget, man got beef on your strip Don't forget, man got beef on your strip I done so much work on the low I'm only young, mixing a pyrex bowl Bussed the wap case and the Tridents know Justice ain't right, but the jury don't C.P.S. they know the justice ain't right, but the jury don't C.P.S. they know the justice ain't right, but the jury don't What you know about moving bookey? Confusing the angle, 'cause I'm unpredictable See this life that I live ain't fictional In the system, we're labelled as. "Criminal" All about money; don't care about beef But few of these yutes have doubts Don't care 'bout your name on street If you're on me, I'm cheffing you inside out And if I catch an M, I will fly out Poke-poke chef, soak til' that yute dries out If a boys got grub, then I will try out, sike Your boy got yakked then bounced, twice If I backed my shank on your friend Ask yourself, "Should I be chillin' with dem?" Bromley-by-hoe, give ten-out-of-ten And she sniff coke, let me give it to dem How could the feds try lock man for eighty hours and dat? Rhaatid, it's mad Whose that youte tryna move bare bad? And my music's up, 'cause my views went mad Bits get bagged, haffi' scale and lag And free all da guys, locked up in the can Bits get bagged, haffi' scale and lag And free all da guys, locked up in the can My babes-my babes, said I need rubber bands Got too much notes in cash But don't forget, man still gets paid in bands Can't wait til' the payment lands The way, the way that the phone just rang Got seven missed calls at 3am, and it's only a Benz, like damn Like, how can a man stress man? Whose got heart lemme turn that off Blood on creps, man burn that off You ain't done shit on the pitch like Berbatov Burn man off I got bagged and I learned a lot Chase racks, don't waste more time on a paigon block I switched plans, now I'm making prof Mental That's what it's all about That's what Mad About Bars is all about Showcasing the best Unknown T T-T.P Remember, don't ever forget this name This guy is gonna be a fucking problem on these roads Remember, I told you that Homerton stand up Let's go back in For the third, and final time, damn! |
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