Lyrics Digga D – Mad About Bars
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Mad About Bars
I know you lot have been waiting for this one
Ghosty
And believe me we ain’t leaving, until we got another classic
Mad About Bars, we’re back
Cut tru’ Digga
If they get nicked with the cannon, they won’t stay real and sing like Mariah
Conspire to change my attire, rise that fryer and burn that liar
Bro known rider, he got down 3 and they all turned choir
And prior, prior, prior to this 16 or higher
The opps turned bro to a lifer, 300s, leathers on, no biker
And I was the only guy my age in West London with a sniper
See a mans eyes roll back from a chest shot attack, free broski Striker
Or I press on a one.32 but I ain’t tryna find out my number on Lyca
Dem man act for the net, but that’s not how they are off set
And when me and my amigos pull up, they take off, make off, they’re wet
Still bake off where shh got cheffed
Trap pays off, I still get bread
No days off, I miss my bed
Still blaze off, ayy fling that lead
Who’s dem yutes? Spin that ped
Do it like Bruce, ching that head
I learnt from Cruz now I bring back Zs, bro drop mad work, that weight get benched
Do it like Ratlin, hop that fence
But I bet you still get ching-ching, so it don’t make no sense
So it don’t make no sense
Got a pack just in, that’s Bieber
On a Friday battering fish, but the Sunday coming ain’t Easter
Little bro don’t know how to whip, he wants white wash, no FIFA
Caasis, caasis, the akhis call us caasis, askar tryna raid mans guri
They want man back in xabsi, grab the xabad, I’m charged up fully
Mask and hoodie, jump out the passy
Really tryna bullet that boy, no waters, I ain’t doing up Ashley
I look psychotic when man get wassy
I need me a stain, now I’m searching Finding Nemo
Add bash to the bobby, see man got brown, no Nino
His silk gon’ cut when I back that smoke, the nurse ain’t using chemo
Don got dipped cah he tried run, I caught him a stitch, no Lilo
How much do you wanna B-E-T if I step on a 5 with a Star
Suttin’ gon’ end up on BBC if I tell bro stop that car
Film in the 4, two guns, take one, we’re rolling
Lights, camera, action, cut-cut when I soak him
Ian’s proper, every morning phones my blower
Food on fleek, take 2 of each, I call that Noah
12 for a 1er, or take more, I don’t go no lower
And if Drip don’t answer his phone, then I’m all alone tryna bring back yola
Pyrex living, Pyrex whipping, splash in the kitchen, get it back over
Brown and cute like Keisha, I can’t lie Lisa, a real life moaner
Been getting these P’s, 10.5 of the baking soda
She wan’ jump up, mash up the place, Pallance bitch, this ain’t no soca
Kenny Allstar