letra de mad about bars - teeway
[intro]
sebzbeats baby
[verse]
had to double up pack and solve it (double up)
any troublin’ smack i notice (notice)
how am i gonna get back to joseph?
take two trains or the express coaches (f-ck)
now the bruck n-ggas rap this pole sh-t
does he really got smoke like roaches? (does he really?)
man are drippy and broke, they’re hopeless
why you don’t just work for your wages? (work for that)
when the t–t’ ain’t cheap for the braces
f-ck boys bangin’ out doors like bailiffs
put faith in the kitchen stainless
no way i’m trappin’ out george’s naked (never)
had three hundred p’s on my twenty eight g’s
i was digi’ and naughts, all sacred (digi’ them)
and before i ever knew ’bout playlist
i was doin’ up bando traveller (traveller)
you ain’t never done bando traveller
six on four in my hand for fatima (fatima)
and when i jumped out the wag’, done olympic dash
and praise to my god for stamina (praise to my god)
i don’t buss no dots on the block no more
‘cah the whole block hot like malaga (f-ck)
tell the fiends i’m live, they pattern up
then the young boys manage the market (manage that)
two bats and a bots, can’t charge it (f-ck)
i’m stuck to the woods like carpet (stuck in it)
n-ggas stunt in a next man’s chains and clothes
them n-ggas are hoes like scarlets (hoes)
now the live must pop like swarmz’s
mum said, “son, you’re r-t-rded” (r-t-rded)
remember days when my tracksuit stink
in the bando sink tryna wash my armpits (washed it)
don’t lie to your bro, that’s rap cap (rap cap)
how they so bad for snapchat? (p-ssy)
got the smack bang off of the smack man
now i’m givin’ out grub like gino (like gino)
and when i see bro shout me that junkhead’s fried
three man in a van like migos (man in a van)
now i’m runnin’ through b’s of b-low
gangdem lost in the trap like nemo (lost in the trap)
no way, we ain’t gettin’ this depo’
‘cah look how my broski wrapped it (wrapped it)
free velly, he bursted belly
and — wettin’ his head like baptist (f-ck)
n-ggas wanna earn stripe, they’re live online
and run in the flesh, they’re catfish (of course)
now i’m stuck to the bread like tuna
put the rock on a star like patrick (talk to the bread)
i don’t even text out, they’re ringin’ it (ringin’ it)
and they still text back, i’m feelin’ this (feelin’ this)
she wanna come to the place i sleep
that’s sweet but she’ll never get that privilege (never)
i was upsuh tryna get rid of it
you was in school doin’ up civilist (do it up)
how you livin’ off what your n-gga did?
free s, we was bando livin’ it (free st)
and i can’t put trust in a friend
‘cah n-ggas are whatevers the ain’t think (whatever)
told bro get that ding there tinted
m love rum up the pave’, no shindig (rum it up)
man spill when they turn to a victim
put tools in the whip like kwik fit (f-ck)
free up drilla, my bro, my n-gga
my boy chops off in a pot and sink it (sink that)
you never stuffed no pole in your kit bag
remember the wap got kickback (remember)
remember the bots that did that
big man, step on the block get sh-t splat (f-ck)
i can never go brass, that’s stupid
n-ggas show too much like nudist (way too much)
ask mz, i felt that’s trident
in fifteen minutes the door got booted
used to finesse pack, i was angry (angry)
but i’ll never do that to my family (not one)
best step on the woods with kickback
don’t get lost in the woods like bambi (don’t do it)
need a plan c off of the plan b
clap right back like itchy & scratchy (bow)
anesthetic from paramedics
all of them dressed in white like sandy (f-ck)
i wish i was a part of showbiz
f-ck, i’m stuck to the 5 like toeses (stuck in it)
i was broke and i felt so broken
junkheads strikin’ the b-lls like bowlin’ (strike that)
bm in the junk house starvin’
now cuzzy eatin’ right, he’s bloatin’ (bag)
she wanna f-ck with the lp, standard
we ain’t even givin’ these opp thots lotion (no lotion)
mummy told me don’t teef from young
but that feeling’s strong and i had to rob that (get me?)
and i don’t know nuttin’ ’bout retail work
i ain’t never refund no shop back (not one)
everybody wanna bang like badman
n-ggas don’t learn ’til they’re pourin’ cognac (pour it out)
ask lil juve’, this ain’t no movie
m got the drop, we had no more contact (bow)
letras aleatórias
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- letra de ...and i cry - life hates me
- letra de lay it down - froogle
- letra de vampires - palace ferretti
- letra de let it go - jim brickman
- letra de makeba - kev brown
- letra de broken vase - jennifer castle
- letra de fortunate son - lyle workman
- letra de faire l'amour à ce jeu - moïse the dude
- letra de i need love - dede hendrixx