Testo Mad About Bars - Jojo
Testo della canzone Mad About Bars (Jojo), tratta dall'album Mad About Bars (Halloween Special)
It's another cold Halloween with another cold MAB
It's M6, baby
TPL, Jojo and O'Mizz
Free my hitters and drug dealers (Free the guys)
Fuck the judge, fuck the skipper
Gunshot wounds turned him to a singer
But he should've got turned into a swimmer
He got skyed like Twitter
On the TV like Jerry Springer
Yo, you mug, get eaten if you're holdin' figures
What's that in my bag?
It's a box of draws
Jack in the bean, how I chop that stalk (Chop it)
Pebble it down, straight out in schools
Rely on the line, not the block, of course (Of course)
We ain't got cars, so we're doin' up rentals
Ding bad motives, no, not menthol
Teeth in the rag, it's for doin' up dental
Burn them garbs, that's Rex, it's Central
Airlifted if you wanna be viral
Opps get touched, it's part of the cycle
Part of the routine
Get burnt to smithereens
Wine down tints, what you tellin' me?
He got wet like the Tenerife
Clips and guns, no chemistry
I'm on front street, no Sesame
Lovin' the kick how we blaze them pricks
The Haitian gyal are the freakest chicks
Do it like Bizzy, your homeboy leaky
Said you got beef with the gang, you're neeky
Did a lil' bop when we got down BB
I can rhyme and flow, it's easy
Two foot infields like I'm in quicksand
Phone for the burner, bring it, don't fidget
Not the Beyblade, but bro's gonna spin it
K cash in the gas, I'll drill it
Abt's got links for the wap
The mindi ting still gettin' down five
Could've thought it's a bitch, she got smacked on gang
No Smackdown ting, this beef is real
Got love for the gang of course
So I gotta put the trap on pause (My brothers)
They can't talk on the team (No way)
Juice got spilled like cheffed up lean
Tell the other side go take a seat
I'm from Tampa, I lay with a undiesneak
Verbal abuse, just give it a rest
How many more members wanna get benched? (How many?)
They're lookin' around, wonderin' who's next
Jump out, make your skin start shed
Like a snake, you get slayed
Swing this choppa, leave more than a fade
We try leave him faded
Stay circlin' 'til the whole scene painted
You should've been outdated
Skrrt 'round, so many new faces
Slapped him with this rusty gauge
That's two red bloods filled up with rage
That's two red bloods if you're feelin' brave
Don't make that mistake
4X4 make your whole block shake
They should allow it for goodness sakes
Jumpin' drills, what I see, what I take
Heartsick, we ain't playin' no games (No way)
Just lettin' it spray
Bally on face on a bait estate
Trap on pause, new mash got bought
.38 Spin like the bulldog bark
121 Got her panties soakin'
Felt this dick then her eyes went rollin'
Nonstop moanin', ganja smokin'
Post up on the Lane like a fed
Send it all top when a paigon's dead
Glock in hand, pray that I see one
Or a paigon friend
Flick of the wrist, how the fuck did it bend?
I was pissed when I heard he went dead
Curled on the floor, your boy got benched
Then your other boy got stretched
Take a flight with my team, fuck stress
Slow down, baby girl, undress
Might neglect her like my rusty skeng
In a field with lions
Pull up, why the fuck you divin'?
It's a new day, what deal are we linin'?
Creep, creep with the rambz in silence
Skinny peng when I hop out the ride
No crocodile teeth, that's amazin' find
Forget my drip, this hand ting's fine
Fuck a dinner, no wine and dine
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Writer(s): Andre Scott, Kenny Allstar
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