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fekky – mad ting, sad ting (remix) lyrics

[intro: fekky]
they don’t want no smoke, they don’t want no smoke
they don’t want no smoke, they don’t want no smoke
let me show them how to make a banger
say they do it like me? you’re a bl–dy liar

[chorus: fekky]
it’s a madting, sadting
my brudda it’s a madting, sadting
it’s a madting, sadting
my brudda it’s a madting, sadting

[verse 1: fekky]
madting, sadting
can’t mix up the road ting and rap ting
’cause them n-ggas on the road darg, are rattin’
and them n-ggas in the rap ting, are acting
ay cuz it’s a madting, sadting
i walk up in the dance dawg, with mad bling
and we ain’t inna scuffing or fighting
it’ll be straight thunder and lightning
catch me with my black ting, my white ting
with my shirt shoes, the right ting
tell them n-ggas “low me, i’m flexing”
i ain’t in the porsche cuz i’m in a next ting

[chorus: fekky]
it’s a madting, sadting
it’s a madting, sadting
it’s a madting, sadting
it’s a madting, sadting

[verse 2: mostack]
dally
ok i’m coolin’ with my squad, that’s squadin’
your bum ain’t gettin big babygirl stop squatting
came with thirty n-ggas, aw yeah that’s mobbin’
i just k!lled that p-ssy then i skrrt like scottish
some gyal takin pictures i photobomb
my b00boo she’s dis l say it’s photoshop
can’t take b00boo on a date because them n-ggas that hate me
and i don’t wanna show my hood side to a lady
dash my nando’s in a pagans face if they catch me eating
let my bed bugs bite if they catch me sleeping
she saw a insta dm and she saying that she leaving (how?)
baby you can’t leave cah you never caught me cheating
she’s as bad as as mad is, she’s in the crib with g-ngb-ngers
she like to bang us and bang us she like to suck on bananas
might roll in bandanas, i let off 2 or 3 scrammers
them n-ggas climbing them ladders
thought you were bad what happened?
bruh it’s a mad ting…

[verse 3: abra cadabra]
still up on the block, still up on the block
said goodbye now for anyone that beat an opp
f-ck one on ones, we don’t do that
kush where the broom at, you gonna need a new hat
i see these n-ggas floss when they hop out
car with the top down, oh they looking icy
when they hop out, i just creep up in the beamer with the glocc out
p-ssy wah ya feel like? watch your soul drop out

[verse 4: young spray]
grumpy, leave man feets looking lumpy
hit with the pumpy, man down humpty dumpty
it’s my time are you dumb g? i can get you shot for like one g
i’ll just come on your ends with a young g, tell me what you want g?
this ain’t what you want g, you can bring two man i will bun tree
then just bill up a one tree
man will shot your tings dem on gumtree
i will let shots fly, two days later cause i’m right in dubai
[?] why? one gunshot in the eye

[verse 5: ms banks]
yeah b-tch its mad ting sad ting
anytime i walk away dawg, glad ting
cause i out here whippin’ real work, ain’t a flat ting
in jamaican with the real don, we ain’t acting
n-gga, tell me who really with you ain’t with the sh-ts
life a movie and getting it, me, [?] and [?]
eating good like a fat b-tch, tactics
cook clean and look good, thats a hat-trick

[verse 6: stefflon don]
rolling on the strip, bags on my hip
n-ggas looking at me up and down [?] h-lla stiff
five minus four, get to know who you f-cking with
ain’t talking about no producer when i say there’s forty on my wrist
big piff from the e5th
pretty chick with the blue wig and she slim t-t
t-tty big with a blue tick, thought you knew this?
getting way more money than them n-ggas that been trappin’ since 06

[chorus: fekky]
it’s a madting, sadting
it’s a madting, sadting
it’s a madting, sadting
it’s a madting, sadting

[verse 7: j hus]
ay yo, don’t phone my line i’m f-ckboy avoiding
the bonsam need oiling, my bobo need spoiling
cute and caramel, when i bun she no like the smell
inhale then exhale, blew up off a magic spell
momma do [?], i’m parro, two uckers parallel
in the big puffa looking xxl
looking like an astronaut, looking like bare money
but i’m not one to talk, don’t know what the mandem thought
it’s a mad ting when i bring the goons dem out
see the big ting that will make you shut up your mouth
flexing on a next ting, your girl keeps texting
sees annoying she want me and not my bredrin
wanting wanting cause i’m getting getting
flexing your face because i’m petty petty
the hitman done something dirty dirty
running from the boys with the walkie talkie

[chorus: fekky]
it’s a madting, sadting
it’s a madting, sadting
it’s a madting, sadting
it’s a madting, sadting
(bubububbang)

- fekky lyrics

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