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letra de no comparing - merky ace

[chorus]
there’s no comparing
if he was to holler at me, i would air him
wanna chat greaze but i can’t do swearing
if i wanna get on the legal playlist
24/7, bare ft blaring
gyal ah got a big b-tt but i am sharing
got my air vents but i ain’t got an airing
i’m the real g that the young gs fearing
any riddim i’m tearing
try come back round here, i’ll dare him
that’s not my boy, you won’t see me near him
if it ain’t ft, i don’t wanna know
what, you think i’m caring?
beep a man’s head off the power steering
telling bare stories but i ain’t hearing
i don’t wanna know

[verse 1]
heard i was wanted dead or alive
but i didn’t run just like track five
still trapping all day just like track nine
i don’t need metaphors, this is real life
spit similes on a constant hype
man are like “merky ace is the guy”
stating the obvious, i don’t try
ask t or koz, fam, i don’t lie
i know a confused dyk-
telling me how she wants that pipe
booked a one cab on the addison lee app
then i went there and gave her pipe
my mum would go jail
if the feds knew i used her knife
she told me “make more music, please”
so i did, now i’m alright

[verse 2]
ease off, you’re just tryna be hard
i’ve got a .38 in a wasteman’s yard
bare mcs wanna talk about mash
but they ain’t bangers, never embark
it’s a horror show when merky starts
i’m so ft, that’s word to your marge
swear on my life, hand on heart
[?]
tell a feeble yout stand firm
he looks like any yat with a perm
if you don’t hear then you will feel
if you don’t listen then you will learn
when your skin get burnt
zoom off, put that in the gear, then turn
won’t see me nowhere near any germ
everyone stern

[verse 3]
on frontline if man move crafty
i’ll come through and start move ghastly
he said he wan’ dead me but he never blast me
saw me in the cut and he drove right past me
shook, i will move nasty
wipe out your block just like the tsunami
just cause i mc like punjabi
don’t think man ah ain’t strapped like the army
don’t think man ah ain’t strapped like rd
i’ll be back with a 40
run up on a pagan screaming “harm me”
you can’t harm me
i’ve got big tings that i will rise in the crib
that will l1ck out your headside or i’ll cut arteries
it ain’t nuttin’ for man to start bussing
then splash a stack and live by the palm trees

- merky ace

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