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letra de mad about bars - jacky lavish

part 1
[intro: kenny allstar]
this rapper right here
i’ll be real, i got high hopes for
jm-00 made this one
but at the moment, it seems like some of the people are sleeping on him
so you know it’s my job to get that alarm clock out and wake you lot up (jacky)
remember the name, jacky lavish

[verse]
my n-gga got a bird and his mumsie’s hurting
strip hotter than furnace
i was in the trap for certain, you can see the mold on the curtains
lil bro saying that you gonna shoot like mertens
and you know he think you wear the drills like pervese
setting up shop, no dorothy perkins
raps and serpents mat, no gherkins
if suttin getting diced, i ain’t calling federale
let bro shoot like leroy sane, push your wig back like sadio mane
bro got grabbed and he ain’t spoken word, i call him wale
two fl!cky like sharp blade and he let the shots put like barmaids
bad b telling me that she loves me, i tell hold this junk, wall-e
nutrients burnt this tweezer, i’m thinking that we need more seeds
ay, baby don’t act for me, i know you wanna kick it, bruce lee
and don’t can’t about your crop round me cah i need me a drink like charlie sheen
you’re saying jack’s dead, brother that’s obscenous
kinda mad yeah i bad, don’t squeeze it, you’re tryna save shots, hugo lloris
had to call my n-gga, troy deeney, now my little n-gga say that he need new t–th
my other n-gga say that he want a new re cah he come sandy like the baddie in greece
and now they see me on screens and tell me big myself up
chewy had the trap like a homeless shelter
and we gone slide like helter skelter
bad b all bucking herself up cah she wanna roll with a dog like velma
and if bae don’t cover herself up, she ain’t coming out like elsa
i need a female boss like griselda and a new link not zelda
they no jacky never need no elder, them man with the acting, idris elba
i know the hate is sour, tryna see food, not chowder
if my n-gga send a sh-ll like bowser, you’re gonna hit the deck like tiffany calver
bundesliga, this ain’t schalke, light skinned honey, jessica alba
my n-gga too fl!cky and shower, back powder and hit shots like alba
they know jacky tryna grow this flower, i seen a man ghost like power
drop, cower and top red like scalsa
bad b all lifting her blouse up, drop trouser and wan open her mouth up
she wanna bruck it on a kitchen counter, 2 rounder then i dip like salsa
flow like jacky, they wish
little n-gga, pattern your biz
bro said the light skin power is briz, so he [?] white ting and pattern his briz
is it a .45 corn too chunky and it spits, deno driz
and [?] with a pinkett, and i ain’t talking bout jada smith
bad b telling me that she loves me, i’mma give it a miss
bro put the white in the pyrex dish then he move like django and give it a whip
my n-gga stay with the 4 like [?], this bad b fling hay and diss
but they still feel me like jadakiss
jacky
part 2
[verse]
yo, it’s jacky
look, no lost love or respect
i heard my nan and smelled the alchy on her breath
it’s been a sec that i ain’t stepped and got some sh-t up off my chest
yes jacky rapping pain, how’d you guess?
my n-gga lost his best and now he’s stressed, this sh-t’s a mess
you rap some sh-t, i rap some sh-t, you get depressed
but all this anger and this death
but all this manner and distress
and you know lil homie’s blessed, if lil homie wants a picture, man it’s picture picturesque
and no this life it ain’t a picture, it’s a gift but picture this
life’s calm, life’s bliss, big f-ck off doly spliffs
line slanging for a bricks, gotta move this usher tops and them new givenchy kicks
lil homie you won’t get the rolling dope doing sniff
how you thinking life’s harm? get a grip
you gotta uphold and get to grips
man are tryna do you stiff, yeah they rippy like a rizz
and then throw you in a spliff but hear what
you touch my mother or my sis, i’m latex like a gimp
tryna leave a p-ssy limp
go jail, do a stint
in my time with the grin, might go and hit the gym
in my cell smoking him, oh sh-t, i mean a hemp
cah my brother’s pushing keys like a temp
he’s up gang, ross kemp
and if it rains, then it’s pain, take cover like a tent
got a strap but it jams, now he’s dead
that’s possession, no intent
you say you bad, to what extent
please don’t send me beats if it’s been producing air like a vent
i hold a spliff, hold a med
for all this cash that i’ve spent, tryna craft me a path to the bread
free the real, only half of us left
and my n-gga set up shop, m&s
sh-t, he’s slanging pebbles, m&ms
them white wraps, eminem
sh-t, i spit sick, h-lla phlegm
i get poppin from i’m born until i’m dead
yeah

- jacky lavish

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