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merky ace – frontline lyrics

[intro]
you don’t know about badness
on the curb 24/7, no madness
pick a bad b, i ain’t gotta say “grab this”
i just glide in and out like hatchet
there with the flame, ain’t talking matches
gonna get bounced, no need for a mattress
staying with ace cause she knows that i clap sticks
touch one of mine, leave you laying in a casket
you don’t know about badness
on the curb 24/7, no madness
pick a bad b, i ain’t gotta say “grab this”
i just glide in and out like hatchet
there with the flame, ain’t talking matches
gonna get bounced, no need for a mattress
clap sticks
yeah

[verse]
ask me for beef and the answer won’t be verbal
if i rise something then man are gonna turtle
you’ve got two choices: clapped or hurdle
won’t get away if i screech and burst you
skid around the corner and call that skrtel
cutting through the ends and the swagger’s all erkel
busy but i’ve got ’nuff time for a personal
i stay strapped like a colonel
i’m strapped up like a lieutenant
ring who? i’ll dead him, p-ssy, better bring your weapon
get thumped in the mouth, now you’re feeling all threatened
man think it’s a game, i’ll teach him a lesson
wanna war us? then you better get your bread in
man’ll creep in your house that you rest your head in
if he didn’t start then i wouldn’t haffi end him
i ain’t tryna hear no talk about left
few of my dargs locked up and it’s got me stressed
but i ain’t tryna bruck him unless it’s a visit
all type of grinds, my hands are in it
see me on the frontline behind titch skidding
man wanna do me something, i say “is it?”
i ain’t inna kidding, g, i’ma rip it
slide with the something that’s sharp and rigid
if you don’t bang, they’re frigid, still not legit
the way dem boy dere come on the mic and fake talk and fib it
if i see a clart, i’ll liff it
big shoe man ah wear, dibby foot can’t fit it
just got a mission and t’s gonna hit it
[?] so man’s gonna get it
come back with the nutcracker and split it like boom
tings shut down when we enter the room
ft, man know what it is
man trap all day cause their dough in the bits
yeah, i’ve got a little something, you can hold some of this
i’ll jump out the bush like boo
stick it on a p-ssy like coo
clapped him, he’s covered in goo, i don’t care who
bring any one of them, they will get chewed
leave ’em leaking juice, i’ll split every tooth
like vamoose, get out of here
get gone, everyone’s turned snitch
i ain’t tryna be a lighter
never would i put my trust in delilah
only got time for eliza
never see vodka on a man’s rider
dem man dere are smoking cuba
and they’re washing it down with cider
if they ever think they can touch one of mine, bruv
know who the f-ck i’m gonna line up
send a man down when his clart gets skied up
bally on my face [?]
have you covered in dirt with the spade
stiff in your grave, all or nothing
bore, not shave, we do not graze
bunch of talk, walk that walk
perimeter chalked, n-body talk
fishes in the blue can’t talk to asylum
wish came true when they shot down trident
stop and search what? not me, i’m gliding
big bike riding, tinted vising
i was outside while you was inside hiding
but it’s alright, king
cause i’m on my ‘mind on my money and my money on my mind’ ting
that’s my ting
didn’t have time for the other one
f-ck a b-tch, i’m my mother’s son
you can’t tell me nuttin’
when i was out here licking shots by the dozen
you was duvet-hugging, i ain’t inna me mugging
i do what you doesn’t, ace
all the b-tches wan’ f-ck him
f-ck that, they’re clucking
if you wanna baid then you gotta get stuck in
when you see the blade, you’ll be cloth-touching
get it in your face cuh you’re slipping on the frontline
get followed to the backroad, it’s crunch time
creep up and duck line
pitch up a stake [?]
this ain’t a piggy-in-the-middle
joke or riddle, hey diddle diddle
you will get fizzled
from my family tree, you can hold some missiles
when i’m on the ball, man ah shoot, not dribble
dem babies see the cuts and seize up
dem fi get greaze up, my kind of pressure can’t ease up
if i hear there’s bread then something haffi run
ain’t getting some? then i’m taking it done
ain’t got some? you better get you one
ain’t getting some? then i’m taking it done
if you draw for your swampers, you’ll all get bun
i’m on the frontline with [?]
don’t mean spoon when i’m talking [?]
not that loud, don’t know what you thought then
man ah get open for reckless talking
deh with the stephen hawking
run up on man, no more walking
guns go bang, yeah, that’ll sort him
out on the curb, been bait from morning
trap all day, skrrting and selling
got it on lock from chelmsford to welling
[?] the groin till the b-lls dem smelling
granddad hat, boydem ain’t telling
run up your trap, slicing and sh-lling
done said it’s not that, if it’s on, i’ma dead him
dance ah go dun when i smash man’s melon
gets dark when i’m all black like venom
for my team i’m a straight up savage like keeno
i was out here while you was reading beano
trap [?]
granddad hat got me feeling like nino
man would’ve thought that i just mc though
on my way to heathrow with my don zido
listening to [?]
that’s that stinky
gyal ah got a big back, looking like binky
she wan’ drink me
mob, when i’m done, you can link me
three years back, i was gripping them bindis
throwing up pattern and dotting them quickly
back in the trap cuh it’s too risky, it missed me
but don’t slip, g
cuh man ah lift that quickly
get rich or die trying like 50
nah, g, get rich or duppy man swiftly
man ah do music, i don’t take [?]
[?] like i ain’t got it in me
stand up strong, my yout, you look flimsy
ft’s major, no, we’re not indie
dance ah go dun when i turn man hindi, red dot

- merky ace lyrics

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