Testo Mad About Bars - S4-E26 PT 1 - House of Pharaohs feat. Mixtape Madness
Testo della canzone Mad About Bars - S4-E26 PT 1 (House of Pharaohs feat. Mixtape Madness), tratta dall'album Mad About Bars - S4-E26
UK, listen up
Time to bring some variety on the platform
These man are so cold with it
Sam Waze, Blaze
Yo, make it rain, Fly
Oi, D-square jumper, Stevie I wonder
Are you my lover? Are you gonna ride?
Never knew she had a big back bumper
Dumper, she's too quick with the lies
Close them curtains, the bud look certi
Cuh, made the green smoke nice
On the top floor of Duck and Waffle
She ride me for the night, ayy
Hello, hi, I could never be that guy
Like, how do you rate them dons?
Them man are all washed, no Tide
Bye, left that gyal on the side
She come too, too needy, meady
On my bike she rides
Offset with the bros, smoke, we take off
Where my Migos gone?
Put the fake in the air like a Wii thrown off
Them man think like thots
Two-two step with the bros, advance
We got drip, this flare is ours
And she move way too fast
Sonic, stop it, ring about love
And we throw the sauce like curry
Steph Curry
I hit that shot, I hit it up in a hurry
For money
I lift it up, I got bands in my hands
Simba ting with a monkey
I'm feeling lit, come and do it for the gang
Please don't get way too comfy
Had to tell her "Allow all the fuckery"
DIY when I used to splash the paint on my jeans
Superfly in the sky, the haters all below me
I like weed, I like juice, but sometimes I stay sober
Shoutout Seshy, that my bro, he a fuckin' soldier
Fam, I told ya
She might let it shake like soca
I'm moving forward, I'm a striker
Anelka
Fuck you mean you ain't flexing on me? You a little ass boy
No, it ain't much we could get round there, me and my boy
I got green, no pak choi
I'm on the A3 with a ten-ten, but she used to chat to my boy
I got some bankrolls like Lloyds
I left my old ting in the void
Look at the sauce, nothin' like soy
I know your type, yeah, to a T
H-O-P print on my tee
And I'm with T sippin' on tea
Step in the dance like hello, J-Lo
I ain't your average fellow
Your bridge got burnt, no comeback
Cuh, I ain't tryna build like LEGO
I turnt that handle, close them doors
No trace, no case, ain't no sorts
I'm in the next ends with the bros on tour
They thought I taught these niggas to ball
I sweep them punks over there
Sweet one, come over here
She go down, love her there
Ain't no dates, stop it there
Beat and bounce, I'm not there
She say I make her moan, I'm rough, all hair
I bruck that back, no toss, no care
She do it for me and me and only
Fully lit, I walk like I can never shit
Off to shit, I walk with Off-White on my hip
I know a ho that knows a ho that knows a ho
She ain't fucking with your broke self no more, mmm
Need a peng one to come and show me
What she learnt on the block like J-Lo
Turn up the fuckin' marimbas, leave her yellow and mellow, yeah
535 In the plastic bag, look like I was tryna do cainrow
Boss, I feel like Alan Sugar
If you do your job well, I can put you on the payroll
And that's word
Squondules, that's cheddar
Do a U-ey, no Trevor
My life a movie, adventure
I thought you knew me, you never, ayy
Sauce drip in puddles
Only fuckin' with it if it gets doubled
Me and bro, that's double trouble
You know gang, that's a load of muscle, ayy
The one that did it, the one that bleeds it
Yeah, I flipped it then I cleaned it
Hot boy, top boy, man been on fire
Don't do no cheap calls like Lyca
Callin' shots worth a lot
Used to put the packs in the pot
Take back roads to your spot, uh
Real hustle, money, rocks
So for a few years now, I've been fuckin'
With the House of Pharaohs wave
Hop on board
Yo, make it rain, Fly
Credits
Writer(s): Madara Beats, Ninian Martin Agyemang Fosu, Akuma Standards, Mixtape Madness
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