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letra de mad about bars - perm

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part 1

[intro: kenny allstar]
what you saying?
perm, fresh home
okay
ghosty
you know you’ve gotta get the mad about first before you drop anything else my guy

[verse 1]
just came from servery where they’re giving cake and custard dirty
same bird as 30, none of my n-gg-s can apply for early
smoke a pin at the bang up now i got a 40g for a percy
still i ain’t ever giving leggy, that sh-t there i don’t cl-ss as worksy
if they buck stuh, suttin’ got chased or wet up, it’s nuts
see me draw, no bluff, the amout of times did it, these hands ain’t enough
adrenaline nuts, see ’em get touched and still try dus’
petrol smell, nail varnish and a little bit of dus’
talk smoke and your cv’s garbage, little bro done a mazza, he’s tarnished
do works with the spinner, no cartridge, i done [?] coming up partridge
i don’t gun lean, aim it and clart it, got packs, don’t care if i’m charting
remix yay, turn it to harding, s spins but i love a guitar ting
(he’s still loading, jheez)
bow
free rise, 22 and v, rondo, y.a. and reese
they got locked soldering a c and if she locks waps then you know i can’t beat
she might give it to trident, they know mans riding, i ain’t tryna go back g
the whole week mans sliding, 3 got bun, 2 shanks, it’s peak
that was 013, [?] now i can buy a machine
straight drop, that’s a g, buj with the spoon, bet they tell you it’s mean
same way that gang is running up bands, see me copping elastics
them mans work can’t match this, got about 3 from the c, are you spastics?
got about 3 from the c, are you spastics?

part 2

[intro: kenny allstar]
m1onthebeat
see
oh what, did you lot think his pen games gone rusty?
era the kid
true say, he’s been gone for a little while
but he’s come back on some brazy sh-t
so needed
but perm, i want you to show the game what they’ve been missing
it’s your time now, let’s go back in

[verse 1]
mirror the image, true say they know mans wicked
but i know if i -ssisted bro, what if i did or i didn’t?
straight, right, left, then another right, left we ridden
me, i like poles and gripping, [?] rod, jump out and fish him
me, s, [?] in the field, come like liverpool attack, no fibbing
me, i sell straight soft but if i need to whip, drip, kitchen
just done a 3 and a half, third time in jail, first time was [?]
now i’m doing road and dripping, just the other day i was a brick in the system
jeet and leave it but the head might make her stay
i ain’t in to taking l’s, drill that well then paper planes
put my garm on flames, could’ve got clocked [?]

part 3

[intro: kenny allstar & perm]
aight, so now it’s the home straight
i can’t slip for nowt n-gg-, my time’s now
perm, it’s that time to let the people know what you’ve been up to
what’s been going on

[chorus]
i was in my cell eating bully beef ’cause i went court and the judge threw the book at me
if they get clapped, who would it be? still got it close, i can’t kick like booker t
i was in the cell eating bully beef ’cause i went court and the judge threw the book at me
if they get clapped, who would it be? still got it close, i can’t kick like booker t

[verse 1]
i can’t slip for nowt n-gg-, my time’s now
i think they wanted some clout, touching my line down
my n-gg- turned to an alchy’ from all these [?] rounds
and if i whack him, he’s tapping, this ain’t no baby rounds
we had them n-gg-s pressured, stressing, changing rounds
same girl i squeezed on, i’m tryna jeet it now
the links saying 30 when i think i need it down
half that and 5 bills, that’s the p on brown
t-t o’s a two a year, i can’t breeze ’em down
back the heater out, watch ’em do a metre trial
if they’re talking beef then i bring them cows
squeeze on olders, had ’em dropping things and pushing pals
nut on face, ash on head, we treat ’em wild

[chorus]
i was in my cell eating bully beef ’cause i went court and the judge threw the book at me
if they get clapped, who would it be? still got it close, i can’t kick like booker t
i was in the cell eating bully beef ’cause i went court and the judge threw the book at me
if they get clapped, who would it be? still got it close, i can’t kick like booker t

[verse 2]
wave this stick like harry potter or tom riddle
if my n-gg-s in the p-sser’ then there ain’t no middle
hear them talking guns, smoke and the p’s a little
these n-gg-s give me a rash like my n-gg- dribblez
nuttin’ changed but the stack and the bigger pistol
i was doing wap on flats, giving n-gg-s pickles
with the 12 i scored 6, man am i the official
hear the clap then another one, f-ck a whistle
done a mazza with the wazza, had to feed a n-gg- screws
getting a half a box in jail and it was coming from the screws
if the works got mashed then it was probably my goons
double tap, knock him back like he was tryna bust a move
put some maj on a pack, turn it hard, it’s coming loose
.22 for a 2’s and i ain’t tryna bang a deuce
if my n-gg-s got bod, hit me up, i make a move
me and s touched home, 6 left we only due

[chorus]
i was in my cell eating bully beef ’cause i went court and the judge threw the book at me
if they get clapped, who would it be? still got it close, i can’t kick like booker t
i was in the cell eating bully beef ’cause i went court and the judge threw the book at me
if they get clapped, who would it be? still got it close, i can’t kick like booker t

- perm

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