Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mad About Bars, artist - Moscow17Date of issue: 26.02.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Mad About Bars |
| Lets talk about facts |
| We splashed them prats, no ching then you can get whacked like Akz |
| Main road 'ootings, don’t act clueless |
| JB, smoked my man and then dashed |
| Mayski diced mans chest for the side |
| We should have turned my man to pack |
| Relentless boys, can’t do it like man |
| I splash and bop to the Zone and back |
| Moscow O we a violent camp |
| Twin D with smoke he a violent man |
| Trap with dots, trying find them bands |
| Caramel stressing me out it’s ments |
| Darling go find yourself a new man |
| Back that dots and bare man ran |
| Unruly shit can’t beef my gang |
| Checkout the scoreboard now |
| SmokeSquad business |
| Moscow’s winning |
| But let me not talk too foul |
| Brown, brown, browns one different |
| Exchange digits, girl can swallow my child |
| Brown and cute what’s so wild |
| Who’s the baddest in town |
| Who’s badder than we, you must be on loud |
| Them man rapping 'bout points from way back |
| I just stepped in the Nizz |
| And see bare man doing up racetrack |
| Opp thotty onto the kid |
| 'Cause she knows that her ex is a wasteman, fuck that, switch it let me |
| rephrase that |
| Zone 2 thot, warn' fuck and flirt, but my ex tryna act like she doesn’t rate man |
| They do it for the net and socials |
| Studio time trying ride on vocals |
| If I weren’t at KHF |
| Then I was out in the north, I was outside Soul Food |
| Bro got the shing, show stuff, no tofu |
| Now the opps ride out with shanks |
| No skeng oh no, man the opps be hopeful |
| Yeah they love to say my name, fucking insane |
| Watch it go global |
| No need to search for the clout |
| Mans back on the strip, no need for the postal |
| Like true, say you don’t get boom, like true say you don’t get kweng, kweng |
| They been rapping since way back then |
| But it’s still called gang, cah he needs a mention |
| Hold up, wait, don’t pay no attention |
| Ride out tarnish, I leave man drenching |
| Girls like guns, man they need the affection |
| Beat it, squeeze it, bussing in seconds |
| No one v one, we don’t do it like Tekken |
| Cah the way that we roll out deep |
| You would’ve thought it’s a carnival ting in Peckham |
| Cah the way that we roll out deep |
| You would’ve thought it’s a carnival ting in Peckham |
| I’m a Russian, that’s on splashings |
| And I’ll splash him with a passion |
| Shout Tizzy T, that’s gangdem |
| With Mayski, that’s a madness |
| My gang pull up, dem man dash |
| Spent hours in my room counting cash, but dem boy don’t know about that |
| The opps just talk like they splash |
| I don’t know about guys like that |
| Dem man don’t ride like that |
| Dem man don’t grind like that |
| I swear them man just lie 'pon tracks, about |
| We’re getting ran down by Akz |
| Opps, love tweak, they just chat |
| He slapped one then he had no teeth |
| All, now he can’t buy a new mash |
| How many times have I lurked in the 2 |
| And the opps were running from Screw |
| Back out my splash and I’m wetting ayute |
| Ask, shhh-shhh cah I shaved him too |
| Ask, ask, ask shhh-shhh cah I shaved him too |
| If I’m with Twin I might blaze that yute |
| Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke |
| Smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke |
| 125 with M just flying off peds, that’s nothing but smoke |
| Whacked, whacked my man with the crutch, got Twin screaming out let me splash |
| him bro |
| Blocks all looking all empty |
| In Sumner scream roll that dope |
| Clocked that opp from far |
| Man lift man’s court and back that smoke |
| My bitch like Jayda Wayda |
| Gold and peng got wraps in papers |
| Show them skengs they dashed, no saviours |
| Shave mans head, that’s fade, no taper |
| Opp thots see man lurk in the Nizz |
| Now they screaming out Moscow O |
| Throwing up B’s in their snap and pic |
| Shit, caramel one she’s thick |
| I swear my man nearly got winged |
| Jump on tracks just to lie and diss |
| Like I ain’t really on piss |
| Subliminal shots what a fucking bitch |
| None, none of my mates went swimming, last year’s scoreboards looking all nuts |
| GMayski really went fishing |
| And how many times Twin backed that dots? |
| Switch it, all of them neeks some bitches |
| Countless times, mans chased their boss |
| Jump out gang, we ain’t jumping back in |
| 'Cause you know JetLi’s tryna turn man off |
| Tryna leave blood 'pon pavement |
| How can that nigga be Judas |
| When another name for Loose is Satan |
| We craving TTP |
| Garn' crash these raisins |
| It’s blatant, opps in the dark so nobody’s raving |
| Opps, opps in the dark so nobody’s raving |
| But I’m always the last one left |
| Thought I got got, no way |
| Next day, man your bredrin bled |
| Said he’s on me, man he’s taking pebs |
| That’s a men with violent skengs on peds |
| Really trying aim at heads |
| Caramel one’s still giving out ten |
| Oh shit that’s your girl she was giving man sex |
| Let’s talk about the time when I did it with Loose |
| Two man up in the baitest spot |
| See about a whole leap of man just dashing |
| When they see man, bet their heartbeat stops |
| Heard bro crashed that corn in PAecks |
| Still pissed off 'cause he never got shot |
| Corn just missed my man in his head |
| Shout Mad Max, 'cause he really on job |
| Lets talk about facts, 'cause you tried this Ruth |
| How many times have I stepped on violence, shout Twin D, that’s bro, |
| that’s bruce |
| Stamina still coming strong for days |
| Running from feds, or I’m chasing Snoop |
| How can you try put dirt on Tizzy, when he left little man flat on the news |
| Ai, ai |