Lyrics Nito NB – Mad About Bars
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Man back it out and then shove it in
That duffle bag where the gun is in
Talkin’ crud but ain’t on a thing
Man wrap the food up in fucking cling
Talking shit, donny got hit with the stick but he claims that he walks with his
What you know about getting ducked down by a X5, that’s armed Jakes and we brought ours too
Mum said don’t bring knives to a gun fight so I listened up, so we grip and shoot
I remember jerkin’ phones at lunch time now I’m sitting here with food to move
Fuck police, CID, they need to free all my jailhouse goons
Skid-up skr and then woosh
If that’s your friend then why push?
My teams hungry, trap-line jumpy
Free all the guys that the Jakes done took
Get round there but the feds wan’ look
Shout my plug, he’s a brilliant cook
Shout my team, we’re some brilliant crooks
Shout out bro, done a brilliant jook
Bro backs it from his jacket, big shotgun is what he’s packing
If we pull up do a madness, then it’s to the hood, that’s standard
And all this talk bout Wizz, makes us pull up where you live
On the 1-2’s there’s two whips
Hella rambzys and the stick
Big dots in the ride no question, ain’t gotta ask bro twice
125; big Yamaha or Tife-bros got his, I got mine
Step round five
Opp boy affi pay fine
Lucky cah’ it weren’t his time
Straight on site, dumb yutes say you’re on I
For this one I should make time
Them boy pull up their pants and leave
What’s in the bag? They don’t want to see
Done a one move success mans pleased
Pissed that we couldn’t say R.I.P
Officers come ’nuff blood get cleaned
Step devilish dogs them be mean
For the sawn-off dots, unlimited teeth
This shit can’t end, my shank don’t bend and it’s always on me
For the sawn-off dots, unlimited teeth
This shit can’t end, my shank don’t bend and it’s always on me
Talking loads-see we don’t do speaking much
Back from coats, drivers steady holding that clutch
Bare man blow, see hella man skeetin’ off
Bare man blow, see hella man skeetin’ off
125 or a dingered out whip
Twist that shank when the blade goes in
Big dog, like Beethoven
Opp boy chest get laid open
No joke it’s ments, only a few g’s hold it up
For that mug, drivers waiting patient, steady holdin’ that clutch
Steady holdin’ that clutch
Froze twinnin’ no double dutch
Don’t fidget stick a yute up, my batch loose-screws and nuts
We’re serious men and we all have things on us
No time for a gem or a paigon friend, lord knows he can still get touched
Bro just back that thingy the rest of us, we got shanks
We get chingy, bro with the thingy let that dotty off it go bang
Bro just back that thingy the rest of us, we got shanks
We get chingy, bro with the thingy let that dotty off it go bang
Talking loads-see we don’t do speaking much
Back from coats, drivers steady holding that clutch
Bare man blow, see hella man skeetin’ off
Bare man blow, see hella man skeetin’ off
Talking loads-see we don’t do speaking much
Back from coats, drivers steady holding that clutch
Bare man blow, see hella man skeetin’ off
Bare man blow, see hella man skeetin’ off
