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cgm - mad about bars (2020) lyrics

part 1: zk, dodgy
ay, listen, listen (yo)
i can’t lie, man, my finger’s itching
i tell broski “play your position”
cah i don’t really know ’bout aborting missions
yo, punched up an opp in a cell
made my hand break like my car went drifting (skrr)
put two hands on a smithon
uplift it, what’s the chance they’re sprinting? (what’s the chance?)
i see my man from a distance
so i gripped it with my two eyes squinting
ot in the second division
weren’t doing revision, we’re serving kittens
brown one said my d+ck is delicious
she l!ck on the tip like she suck on her fingers (bad boy)
and if that’s an opp in my vision
the public know i’ma hit with malicion
give me a sеc, let me dice this pack (2 sеcs)
i’ll deffo fly it
i just touched o and i lost my [?]
and i felt like crying (aw man)
i’m a family guy, got dawgs like bryan
it’s frying, don’t know why they’re lying (go ask)
’nuff times seen mumzy crying
that’s cases padding, i kept denying
i’m in the t house watching the news
put the door on a latch while i chop me a 2s (trap boy)
silence, got the phone on mute
what’s one razor? i need more than a few (way more)
cells come sharp like the end of the screws
this tt light, we don’t rock dead food (whip, whip)
if i drop that soft in a pot and let it boil in oil
in [?] under and screw
that’s an l that i can’t let happen (i can’t)
i asked bro, like, “should man magic?” (what you think?)
i just stepped on a beat
turned two into three
no lie, and it still was banging (outstanding)
slim fits when i walk ’round town
in my grandad hat, gotta keep my head down
this trap+giddy life’s more than foul
just unpack the pack, now there’s pebs in my mouth (yuck)
come to think, i ain’t never once sat ’round yk
and ain’t had the hotline ring or vibrate
after shift at the trap get bored
just to bang them tools and uplift that crime rate (bu+bush)
had to ching man down in the bright day
civilians scared, so they scream “oh my days” (oh my days)
or it’s “oh my god”, but i’m on my job
and i do sh+t my way (ching, ching)
all i see is red if you turn to a label (spill that)
i’m in west ten like mabel
i’m able to go turn them table (ay, spin it)
they said i got banned from drill (why?)
cah anytime man drilled was fatal (i’m banned)
i used to do call them guys
until we cut ties, no abel (ay, come here)
be grateful, didn’t need them angels
the angels had families dressing up formal (they’re dead and buried)
how awful, told bro “gimme the light” like sean paul
and hit headlines like bt [?]
still wet guys, (wet that check)
and bro so thoughtful (wigging time)
main road chingings
i wet at his chest while he stabbed in his torso (ching, ching)
slip, get got, little man stay humble (calm down)
this clip come long (long)
like the hair on rapunzel
top that up like my lyca bundle (top that up)
dial my plug, (what?)
not no niger uncle (trap not [?])
bish, bash, bosh
no hammer, had to use my knuckle (ay, fist that up)
part 2
[verse 1: dodgy]
fans see a and they ask if he’s dodgy
now he’s telling me just to leak my face
i shouted him back, like, “bro i’m sorry
i do and all the opps got a name on their blade” (just one)
gyal tryna arch her back, scream blue+woo
and i find that great
had to tap fizzy, like [?] abti (what?)
he said that there’s a solid 8 (out of ten)
yd got nicked with a qorig
now he’s in xabsi on the gaar (free the guys, free the guys)
he took a bird like a man
and i’m on the roads, so i’ll do what i can (that’s postal)
brown one all onto the gang
she coming from kway just to f+ck jsav (bad one)
blue foot, don’t care ’bout her man
reminds me of the opps cah they both got tan (ha+ha)

[hook: dodgy]
tan him, tan him (tan him, tan him)
bang it, bang it (slap it, slap it)
you know my ting (what?)
from kway the response been rapid (no chatting)
can’t post with the tings we’re slapping (we can’t)
can’t post with the b+tch i’m smashing (not at all)
cut stones and wrap in
but hoping rapping will make it happen (trapping)
tan him, tan him (tan him, tan him)
bang it, bang it (see them dashing)
you know my ting (what?)
from kway the response been rapid (no chatting)
can’t post with the tings we’re slapping (we can’t)
can’t post with the b+tch i’m smashing (not at all)
cut stones and wrap in
but hoping rapping will make it happen (trapping)
[verse 2: ty]
no cap when i rap
garn’ wrap that cling in a pot and fly it
kitchen, doing up science
run that back for the fulex diet (no diet)
in the jailhouse i kept up f+ckery
i left man bl++dy, it won’t comply (go ask)
knock man out, walk off, then style it
ask the wing govs, ty ain’t lying
hold on, who’s that? my man? bingo (jackpot)
had my fl!ck+shank looking at vimto
vimto, ain’t no question, i’m involved
slip and trip, get sliced, no kimbo (ching)
or get cut like the grub on my plate with my blade
or i might just let my ting go (bow)
i don’t get low like limbo
i sit in the car, fling corn from that window (blam him)

[hook: dodgy]
tan him, tan him (tan him, tan him)
bang it, bang it (slap it, slap it)
you know my ting (what?)
from kway the response been rapid (no chatting)
can’t post with the tings we’re slapping (we can’t)
can’t post with the b+tch i’m smashing (not at all)
cut stones and wrap in
but hoping rapping will make it happen (trapping)
tan him, tan him (tan him, tan him)
bang it, bang it (see them dashing)
you know my ting (what?)
from kway the response been rapid (no chatting)
can’t post with the tings we’re slapping (we can’t)
can’t post with the b+tch i’m smashing (not at all)
cut stones and wrap in
but hoping rapping will make it happen (trapping)
[verse 3: zk]
i was in jail, heard bro went mainstream (blue+woo)
i can’t lie, he’s a deadbeat dad
cah he did it and dashed when he rise that baby (bow)
i’m ot flipping packs
i’ll still go back if music pays me
of course they rate me
baby, i was tryna duppy daily (bu+bush)
i ain’t hearing no but’s or maybe’s (none)
could’ve been partying in the ap
i’m with apey, backroad, get shavey (ching, ching)
young days hit bro for a con
it went wrong, and he blamed me
i don’t know what the askhaar’s on (what they on?)
it’ll get long if they raid me
and the spot’s stilll hot like haiti
young trap boss and i’m only 18 (blam him)

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