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letra de nuts - merky ace

[chorus: merky ace]
gets all nuts
when man ah man’s sliding
man ah man better duck down
when man ah man’s firing
i ain’t really inna no fighting
that’s all tiring
but if i’ve got the something, you can still
get ironed out like man ah man’s ironing

[verse 1: merky ace]
know yourself out here
’cause the confusion can turn out to be quite costly
(trust me, alright then)
i ain’t on a funny man ting like cosby
hands on the .38, who’s gonna stop me? (no one)
aim and bang that properly
i ain’t inna peacemaking like mahatma
defend my own just like a black panther
i ain’t tryna k!ll a man’s soul like cancer
show a man anger, stop man’s boat with the anchor
everybody asking if he’s dead like sanka
till they got close and they seen his brains splatter, guts and gore
what you think man ah man’s clutching for?
get a busted jaw if man ah ain’t got it
but it’s only when the move’s looking like sonic

[verse 2: mik]
wollan, it’s a ting where
i’ve got so much oneaway footwear
why would i fight when i’ve already been there?
looking for the ting with the big belly right there
so much gear in the air, man disappear
come through letting off sting like ric flair
these man are full up of air, i don’t care
th-th-these man are soft and sweet like gummy bear
why would i waste my time? there’s no tummy there
.38 bang, now man wanna talk up
too late, feds on the case, bare chalk up
.38 bang, now man wanna act fair
two weeks back, man didn’t wanna show fear
sitting in a chair with his face all long there
right eye’s lazy so i’ve got a mad stare
holding a stick in my hand like fifth gear, oh

[verse 3: merky ace & mik]
never catch me thumbs out on the motorway standed
i play my cards right like bruce forsyth and gambit
as an on-point dealer, if there’s dealings, man handle it
tek a chance and gamble it, back when i had a two-pound and scrambled it
hold on, black hoodie with a tracksuit, nike ting
lol, laugh out loud, man’s hyping
didn’t say much when the ting was by him
boom bye bye for the pagan, light him
sky him, could never be my ting
shotgun ting when the shotgun’s riding
got a new ting and i call that gliding
target practice, no misfiring, oh

- merky ace

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