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Tunde - Mad About Bars w/ Kenny Allstar
Lirik Lagu Mad About Bars w/ Kenny Allstar - Tunde
Spent twenty on frames, another fifty on kettles and chainsSixty plus for the whips, just imagine what we spent on the metals N’ sticksMoving grimy on a daily like PostyThe only time they’ve put cheese into metals when they’re making a toastieNo grills when I’m chattin’ bout some gold teethSelective shit bags, need to catch up with the old beefWe’ve got heats in Manny, got heats in Spain and CaliEven got a big mac in the DamIt’s the new era mob, they ain’t fuckin’ with the famHopped out the Volvo with the chete’ and he ranWent from bandanas on my face doin’ street robs to bandanas on my jeans from all this cream profJumped in a 6 litre Jeep, sport mode and screeched offGettin’ racks on the regs’That’s why these yellow bags keep bangin’ off my legsSplashing bands up in cellys, gotta watch out for the fedsI spend the extras, you spend your dough til’ it’s goneNow they want meet N’ greets but this ain’t terminal 1YG’s lick crack, burst shots then they’re goneWhen I’m overseas no Nokia, just iPhone and EncroMe and D hundred bands on a coffee shop but this ain’t KencoI know some fully on it kids, quick to let the skeng blowGot some [?] that love to let the peng goThey’ve got my friends in the pen, you know I’ve gotta send doeWhen I’m boppin’ in the club got the chete’ or the snubI make the hammer hit the powder, no American grubThey say D you’re gonna blowYou’ve got the flow and [?] went from a Q to a Key like a snooker player when he’s going homeYou know the smack comes raw when the rocks cookin’Gotta go sick at the nit when the shots cookin’Cream filled to the brim, that’s how the pots lookin’Rappers get shook when they see the gang watchAll the groupies lovin’ blocka, got the bad thotsFuckin’ hand signal to my hitterThat’s black Glocks bussin’1 year in the rap game so don’t compare me to none of these rappers10 plus in the trap game so don’t compare me to none of these trappersCos I remember back thenIn the field it was only me and the RastasMy generation got the game from meThe way I was servin’ they shoulda put me in the mastersBare pain and hunger, no need for a plasterNout left in the fridge or cupboard so I’m putting soy sauce on my pastaBack then we didn’t have no visionStacking doe for a [?]Had to switch up my mindsetGlad I did cos the doe started coming in fasterHad to work myself to the topStarted off as a pedal bike grafterGrowing up in Manny it’s mad cos there’s just bare rats and rodentYour own family and friends ain’t down for movementThey’re just down for the momentAnd everyone’s fucked in the head cos the buds too chemically potentYou would think that we’re heavy sippers the way we make lean disappearJust made my YG 6 figures and we ain’t even 6 months in the yearShh just showed me his brand new wapThese teeth look big enough for a deerGonna run this food straight back if the bone locks and the water ain’t clearJust copped 10 pints of the drink but I ain’t gettin’ no rounds of the beerUsed to think my man was a gangsterNow I just think my man is a queerI do drug runs all over the world as long as the car going into the gearThat’s fully loaded Glocks up front and bare pounds of the Cali in the rearRisking banged up abroad, worldwideMan can never tell me nuttin’ bout fearAnd shout out Mixtape Madness cos this ones bound for the reloadI can change your life of a post or featureGo and ask Meekz and Zeeno and that ain’t even a diss my rep just holds heavy weight like kilo
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- Clarissa Anindya
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- Putri Aurelia
- Putri Nabilla
- Shinta Arsinta
- Vina Aurelia
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Thank You so much for everything.