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letra de mad about bars - berna

[verse 1: berna]
man ah got a couple bangers on my desktop
she gave me hatters in the office, call it desk top
i’m f-cking b-tches for the fun, i ain’t trying to have a son
but i’m taking off my clothes if it gets hot
she want a cd like a pc
but my floppy disk won’t get hard, so i can’t c-m
and her fat friend’s trying to cb, so i had to send a message out like a bc
they better run away now, ’cause the champ’s come
i got them scratching on their scalps, no dandruff
i got the call on my phone like sam’s in the station, had to throw my nokia because sam sung
i had to bang that snitch for the one time
the trap line don’t ring like my fraud line
i’m trying to stack my ps up, i need more time
there’s no skrapz in my hood, we just bang nines
f-ck with the fam, i’ll let 2 fly
i’m no average joe, man i do grind
ac’s getting hot, no 16
plus man ah f-ck with 18s, that’s 2 9s
man ah love a browing, no dumb sket
i didn’t have to dress up to make her undress
man ah got a white ting from brentwood
and she gonna take the wood after one text
one text is all that i need
two chicks in my bed, of course i’m a beat
3 trips to one girl’s crib in a week
squares, so you know the whole team’s gonna eat
5 star to the girl that’s down on her knees
6 side, f-ck that, there’s beef on the free
7 man rolled up trying to stain for my p
8 of my dargs ran through ’cause they’re on grease
man ah grinding for the dough ’til the night’s done
my enemies like tv, i will sky one
in my hood you get sucked like a hoover
you better hand over the p or you’ll die, son
you better hand over the p before it gets peak
see some p-ssy n-gg-s watching ’cause they envy
i got some p-ssy on my line, trying to buck me
she don’t care about a bc, she just want d
i bucked your chick, i gave her d-ck
no urinal, i take the p-ss
all my n-gg-s know it’s get money
i hit the belly, feed the clique
d-mn right, berna’s hard
they look at me like i’m a god
you p-ssy n-gg-s act like b-tches
could someone get a tampon?
man ah hear this ting and man’s zoning
and she don’t have to be a b-tch to get a boning
my white ting goes red when i see her
but i still make her legs part, no moses
man am out for the bread, no hovis
f-ck around and get sliced, no hovis
i’m the best in the game, i know this
man i’m the best in the game, i sh-ll this, ayy
i want money overseas
foreign [?]
my n-gg-s selling marijuana
that’s what i call a money tree
i hear a lot of n-gg-s talking ’bout their f
they owe me ps, them man are in debt
when i roll up, p-ssy boy, don’t sweat
‘cuh one punch make his head bounce like a cheque
i was with a bad b, put my inches in her section swiftly
eyebrows fleeky, hair all sleeky, started to scream
getting too deepee, gyal said she need me
she want a man like me cuh her boyfriend’s moving needy
man it’s all easy, f-ck her three times in the bm
that’s what a call a 3 series
gyal want to f-ck with a n-gg- like me
gyal want to f-ck with a real og
gyal say i’m taking the p-ss, i really need to change
but i don’t really need 2p
this fly boy life’s too easy, but some fly boys try act greasy
man ah make a fly boy so fly, when the 9 spray
make a fly boy fly to the moon like et
big boy want to come test me, big batty gyal want neck me
she said that she’s hungry, i filled her with d-ck, now her stomach not empty
nuff man hate on the kid, and i don’t even know why they envy
they mad ’cause they got no vibes, no wonder them man, they envy
i’m taking the p-ss, true say i’m fire alie, get burnt and you’re taking the risk
i’m taking your b-tch, true say she don’t bang weights, but i’m making the ting dem lift
i’m taking your watch, p-ssy boy don’t watch face, true say that i’m taking this wrist
taking the game, don’t blame me for this sh-t, true say god gave me a gift, it’s mad

[verse 2: berna]
i’m trying to blow in this music, but haters, they envy the kid and i know they want to stop me
i was broke, it’s a joke, and they laughed at the kid, but they’re p-ssed now ’cause a n-gg- got p
i fell out with my best friend over some dumb sh-t, deep down i know he’s still got me
and you can have gunners like -rs-nal but my n-gg-s still buss shots like henri
and they claim that they’re on me, but don’t be a dumb guy, don’t lose your life for a dumb hype
’cause i clocked that this roadman life ain’t a joke right after my big bro got knifed
i was seeking revenge, j jumped in the ride with a skeng
that’s 25 bells for an opp boy’s head, click, clack, man are dead
see them boy on road, it was on sight
get a man quick, have a n-gg- in 2 minds when you see the 45 split a man’s wig
’cause the philosophy behind my criminology is if someone does you wrong then you’ve got to beef
i’m hungry so i’ve got to eat, i’ve got a voice so i’ve got to speak
and all the hate don’t bother me, i lyrically dead these rappers, and there’s n-body here my age that can body me
i’m way too fire for these neeks, but my heart turned ice ’cause you know what the streets does
eedyat, you only rap for your hood, you’re paying bills on link up so you can get a street buzz
f-ck that, i’m trying to run up in mtv, like “yo, wah gwan, where your funds at?”
if you want a 16 bar for the [?], best empty your safe and put that in my rucksack
yeah they scream “trap” and they got bank rolls, but you can’t buy your marge and your d-mn home
how you screaming you bang f when your eyes closed, when you’re blinding life, no blindfold
i want more than a hood fame, they want to be known in the ends for renting a car, i want to own me a benz
in my cla, listening to coldplay, knowing that everything’s ok
so i get it in, then i get it gone
my n-gg-s dem tag along, like a sing song
i know a couple paigons there got dipped on
the beef comes back and forth like ping pong
if i’m a target, like my stonie, you would have missed, don
you got a rolie, why the f-ck it go tick tock
these man are sh-t like toilet, you’re getting p-ssed on
funny guys, jokeman, i’ll call ’em chris rock
i dun said my grind don’t stop, i was out here flat broke trying to make ps on my block
the things that we did for the guap, they were downright mad, you would have thought i don’t believe in a god
the big shhh comes out from the waist, black ting for the opps, you would think it was cod
man ah make ps with the gang on my jack jones, you already dun know i pop squares
but man don’t talk, man don’t talk to these punks, man don’t talk to these pr-cks
rappers dem run, run a man out of his socks, run a man out of his kicks
coming for the game, man i’ve got a hitlist, just like nike everybody getting ticked
f-ck that sh-t, put me in a booth with some riz, i will smoke man pure, no chip
and them just chat, them just chat on the net, them just chat bare sh-t
man ah got plans, man are trying to buy me a house move my marj [?] out to the sticks
man ah got gyal, man ah got gyal in south, she my pyg, no stigs, if you shoot don’t miss
once i’m sitting on the throne then you can’t take me down from this sh-t
and i’m not joking, put me on the mic and it’s roasting
spitting with these toxic flows, i’ll dissolve your clothes like solvents
i’m a be the man in your town, i’ll invade your cities like trojans
ayy wait, hold on, what’s my man smoking?
he said he’s better than me, rude boy, your loud must be potent
ay, yo, bring me in with your plug
man ah really out for the grub, i came from the dirt like mud
you don’t know about the things that we’ve done
you don’t know about the things that we’ve seen
it’s made me the man i’ve become
put me in a room with the beat, swear down, everybody get spun
someone just spiked my drink with the red pill ’cause i’m the one
what
it’s berna

- berna

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