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letra de mad about bars - house of pharaohs

[intro: kenny allstar]
uk, listen up
time to bring some variety on the platform
these man are so cold with it
sam wise, blaze
yo, make it rain, fly

[verse 1: sam wise]
ay
dsquared jumper, stevie, i wonder
are you my lover, are you gonna ride?
never knew she had a big back bumper
dump her, she’s too quick with the lies
close them curtains, the bud looks certi
kermit, the green smoke nice
on the top floor of duck & waffle
she ride me for the night
ay, h-llo, hi
i can 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
off set with the bros, smoke weed, take off
where my migos gone?
[?] in the air like a [?] thrown off
them man think like thots
2-2 step with the bros, advance
we got drip, this flair is ours
and she move way too fast
sonic, stop it, ringing ’bout love
and we throw the sauce like curry
steph curry
i hit that shot, i hit it up in a hurry
for money
i lif’ it up, i got bands in my hand
simba ting with the monkey
i’m feeling lit, come and do it for the gang
please don’t get way too comfy
had to tell her, ‘lowe all the f-ckery’
[verse 2: blaze]
diy when i used to splash the paint on my jeans
super fly, in the sky, the haters all below me
i like weed, i like juice, but sometimes i stay sober
shout out sesh, that my bro, he a f-cking soldier
fam, i told you
she might let it shake like soaker
i’m moving forward
i’m a striker, anelka
f-ck you mean, you ain’t flexing on me, you’re a lil’ ass boy
know it ain’t much, we can get ’round there, me and my boy
i got green, no pak choi
i’m on the a3 with a 10/10, but she used to chat to my boy
i got some bankrolls like lloyd’s
i left my old ting in a void
look at the sauce, nothing like soy
i know your type, yeah, to a t
hop print on my tee
and i’m with t sipping on tea

[verse 3: sam wise]
step in the dance, like, h-llo
jealo’, i ain’t your average fellow
the bridge got burnt, no comeback
cah i ain’t tryna build like lego
i turned that handle, close them doors
no trace, no case, ain’t no sauce
i’m in the next ends with the bros, on tour
the thought i taught these n-ggas to ball
i sweep them punks over there
sweet one come over here
she go down, lovely
ain’t no dates, stop it there
beat and bounce, and what there?
she say i make her moan, i’m rough, pull hair
i bruck that back, no toss, no care
she do it for me and me and only
[verse 4: blaze]
fully lit, i walk like i can never sh-t
off the sh-t, i walk with off white on my hip
i know a ho that knows a ho that knows a ho
she ain’t f-cking with your broke self no more, mm
need a peng one to come and show me what she learnt on the block like jlo
turn up to f-ck in my room and it’s neither yellow or mellow, yeah
i-3-5 in the plastic bag, look like i was tryna do kano
bust off the light and the sugar, if you do your job well, i can put you on the payroll
and that’s word

- house of pharaohs

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