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letra de mad about bars - s4e2 - burner (uk)

(verse 1)
when heard of the opps got got, man, tell em i don’t know what happened, feds in my yard for m’s that’s body and facial mappings. long sayin my blade got wet, more time i jump out the ride start wapping. remember them days in felts on the wing jus preeing up big back manning, bang put my b cat local, torn up a next mans local, put nuff work in all my jails like how many jails in total? and how many times have i made man squat? your a punk if you think that’s h0m-. had man pressured in legals or had man pressured in socials. putting in work in the roads and cells, putting in work in the trap as well. picked up skengs tryna decrease health, put down grub tryna increase wealth. really in the field can’t rap what i done.. too many works that’s under my belt. gal holla me for the money or d, it should be mine like tell me what else? torn up wings and i torn up landings, torn up blocks and i torn up towns. landed in scrubs got shipped to the down, soon as i landed the opps lied down, burner in the what? that’s gun way down, buck me in the flesh ain’t got no mouth, f-ck mskeng weren’t coming off the wing and dimzy on the block by the volvo now. ting did jam shoulda made man sizzle, lucky that he didn’t hold one, ding dong whip 3 waps in one, word to my mums, made the o block run, wearing bally’s what the f-ck they done? burner in the place leave the whole place tunned, driller of the year? been drilling for years.. them man ain’t even drillers of the month

(hook)
heard i went jail for a murder.. heard i went jail for a booting, look what they’re wishing on burner im back don’t listen to the rumours..
put nuff work on my own as i put nuff work on new ones, and i ran man down in the nike’s and i ran man down in the boutins

(verse 2)
fifteen bills on my jacket, touch or spent fifteen on a chain, any type of wap man had man slap, smoke on the back see the smoke on mains, feds are the opps.. they want me in the cage, too many works that’s attached to my name, sitting on my bunk bed p-ssed from my celly, judge did him dirty gave him 20 and change. pull up in the night man pull up broad day, everybody know that i get man down, really in this sh-t, o block get taped, sound like a quake when you hear that sound, everyone wondered why we just went drill, beat him in the can then i sh-ll him when he’s out, n-gga’s on the fence n-gga’s wanna chase clout, ea risk we’re the drillers dem ‘bout, got n-gga’s in a stress got n-gga’s in amount. why they wanna nick me for m’s? it must have been word i’m out.. and, why they wanna nick me for skengs? is it cah we got too much clout? and, why’d i wanna bag my friends? pb soon come out, back on the roads man talk of the town!

- burner uk

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