Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mad About Bars - S5-E4 , by - Mixtape Madness. Release date: 21.06.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Mad About Bars - S5-E4 |
| I don’t think the game is even ready for what you’re about to do with this |
| freestyle |
| Scary |
| Grap |
| Brap |
| Yuck man down 'till the blade’s all gooey |
| The world shall be mine like Stewie |
| I like my steak kinda medium done cah the well-done ting’s too chewy |
| Old days couldn’t buy no Trueies |
| Now my trainers cost me a blueie |
| Got my shank on me |
| 'Cause the mandem there too booky |
| Yuck man down 'till the scene goes red |
| Everyting ments |
| If a man extend it, no forensic, no way that a man get catched |
| Two-two step like a man go flex |
| Man just said it for the cause |
| You know my style, we all know Kweng |
| I’m in OT servin' leng |
| Whip it, whip it |
| Chop down crack with Gillettes |
| I’m still in the trap with kittens |
| Out, still tryna get my riches |
| I just linked my plug from Sierra Leone |
| Got me speakin' Pijin |
| This ting wanna be my missus |
| Biggest back, finest pickin' |
| Exit, exit |
| Man said the wrong thing so I cheffed him |
| Opp block with the waps get tested |
| Or I’m doin' late-night decks in the West End |
| I’m smokin' Cali and Stardawg with Sharna |
| Now I feel like WSTRN |
| I just tapped that one |
| Now I’m tryna make bro tap her best friend |
| Old days would’ve fed that pasta |
| Now I just drive down the sideroad, park off quick |
| Tell her jump in that backers |
| She said she never done this before |
| Sure, sweet lil' one be an actor |
| The opps say we love chat |
| That’s no cap, but the chat get backed up |
| Yo, Skully what you on fat boy? |
| Let’s skrr in a brucked-down Astra |
| We got them tryna get some Dominos |
| I jumped out, then suttin' got stabbed up |
| Mad ting sad up |
| Brownskin, I’mma fuck that |
| Big batty ting, man it haffi get grab up |
| I try smoke my man with a hammer |
| Mazza, pissed that the hand ting jam up |
| Part 2 |
| You can’t be tellin' me that Kwengface ain’t one of the hardest |
| Impossible |
| But true say it’s that Mad About Bars shit |
| It’s Madara Beatz |
| So let’s go hard then |
| Gang, gang |
| Two shit man |
| You know how it gets bruv |
| Mad about bars |
| Free all the guys dem |
| Come on, man |
| Yo |
| I’m mad up |
| Strapped up, no I’m soldier |
| Man don’t act up for bullshit |
| Man just slide 'round the opp block |
| Quick like man just rinsed off the full clip |
| And no, I ain’t leased these kicks |
| I went to the store and bought 'em |
| Need my stack all enormous |
| Dem man tried and got thwarted |
| I need a 4 and a half of the dirty slag |
| Feds don’t want my brewin', brewin', piss in the dirty slam |
| I ring, trap from the dirty flats |
| Shout out Adz, that’s a certy cat |
| Bro smashed him and I could not look, dirty splash |
| And if man don’t talk 'bout drills |
| They won’t love no more |
| They wanna know about all of these rideouts |
| And that time that we slapped this corn |
| They locked down Shay and they locked down D |
| But they still want more |
| We said that this is just music and that Zone’s will break that law |
| Two and a Q of each |
| That’s an Olson Twins and Sista Sista |
| Back my shank on an opp |
| I don’t really know why man’s puttin' his fist up |
| He try run got tripped up |
| Pissed, next thing you know he got dipped up |
| Tryna spill some sauce in Harrod’s |
| Stop so I’m doin' up |
| Stop so I’m doin' up |
| Both hands on when I clutch this heater |
| Bro tryna slap, slap, slap that ting how I done Tina |
| I put a 125 on Tanita |
| Now I’m at the worktop doin' up cleaner |
| Ghost inhale my zoot |
| Numb that pain when I smoke my rifa |
| Got like a .125 in that Uber |
| Now I’m doin' roommates with a drug user |
| He already knows I’m a trooper |
| I told him «Try with me I’ll do ya» |
| Two and a half on a Sunday |
| I paid for the jugg, ring, trap, hallelujah |
| If I bring this mash to your crib |
| All you’ll see is a clips I ain’t talkin' lunar |
| I was in the strip doin' nuttin' but lurkin' |
| I should’ve been in the studio doin' up workin' |
| I done back my shank on an opp |
| And swung before him, and this arm all hurt him |
| Can’t lie man I thought that he splashed man |
| Man still swingin', swingin' with urges |
| Long story short man picked this ting |
| Straight back to the Nizz from excursions |
| Peng lightie, she flirtin' (Ay come 'ere) |
| Biggest back she twerkin' (Ay come 'ere) |
| She saw how my phone line be |
| Should’ve seen my face when she asked for a Birkin |
| For a Birkin bag |
| Mad, better just stuff this fours in a long chop bag when we’re lurkin', akh |
| I can’t sleep on a vio |
| Same day ting man’s lurkin' mad |
| Man’s just lettin' it hit like hi-hats (Woo, woo) |
| Back your mash and slap one |
| Dem man don’t make no cake |
| And they lowe them fakes so I’m callin' them catgun |
| On the ride with the guys when we lurk on the strip |
| And we got two tap ones |
| I just heard my Nokia echo |
| Got a new ting and that’s the way to tap one |
| Man’s just lettin' it hit like hi-hats (Woo, woo) |
| Back your mash and slap one |
| Dem man don’t make no cake |
| And they lowe them fakes so I’m callin' them catgun |
| On the ride with the guys when we lurk on the strip |
| And we got two tap ones |
| I just heard my Nokia echo |
| Got a new ting and that’s the way to tap one (Mad) |