Testo Mad About Bars - S6-E4 - Pt.1 - Mixtape Madness feat. Kenny Allstar & Cashh
Testo della canzone Mad About Bars - S6-E4 - Pt.1 (Mixtape Madness feat. Kenny Allstar & Cashh), tratta dall'album Mad About Bars – S6-E4
Uh, look, listen
'Member when we stamped out my man
Turned his face to a dance floor
Shotgun shot like Peggy
I'll fill it and grant them smoke that they ask for
In yard at a mazza with a yardman
He had one bag of bumbaclart talk
'Til I circled around in a T
Then shortly after utilised my passport
No joke, the block's got hand tings
Broomstick steady
Weren't nuttin' to lace up a crep
Step then sweep up the place like Jeffrey
You know when you shake up the bottle for a minute
And then take the lid off of the Pepsi
That's how I see a man bleed out
Trenches can be so deadly
More time I was in OT
Bro, I was broke, I was taking taxi
True say I just got dipped from England
Man must've thought that they could harass me
Violations, can't take that like the COVID vaccine
First time I bust my gun, big litty scheme
Weren't no backstreets
You hear that? Turn me up
Can you hear me clearly?
How many times have I gotta ask you little
Pussyholes if you can hear me, huh?
How many times did the mandem get the
Drop, come 'round, make it airy, huh?
How many times did my mum warn me '
Bout my friends and said be wary, huh?
'Member when I packed up my man
Blood on the scene
Blood on my Air Forces
Blood on my jeans
We do three car convoys
One out the front
One out the back
Machines in the one inbetween
They say I couldn't fly for the match
That I'd mash up my football dreams
Mum went jail and I traded a run on the pitch for a run on the streets
Started OT coaching, had a riprat running from me
That boy probably don't like me cah I had his girlfriend coming for me
Free G, free G, if he was on road he'd bun him for me
But I'd bun him myself
I keep one on the shelf
Got a bad B on my mobile say she wan' show me how that neck work
Still screaming free G, I ain't talking no mobile network
Said he wan' squash that beef but I ain't
Gonna lie, somebody haffi dead first
That's white turned red shirt
Duff cup, red dirt
That's rapper turned personal trainer, had them man doing up legwork
Now she wan' give me the punani, but she wan' give me some head first
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Writer(s): Cashief Wayne Nichols, Dean Livermore
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