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showkey - mad about bars lyrics

[verse 1: showkey]
me and them man they’re different
why? cause i want to see figures
and them man wanna see b-tches
i want to see numbers i want to see digits
i want money, they want girls
cause i’m gully, i want sh-lls
i want a pumpy with big bells
i want to work hard to hit cells
still round there on a ding dong
with a ching chong
tryna’ get man cut
them man ain’t tryna’ do sh-t
in a bedroom tryna’ bust their nut
talk bout’ come to the ghetts
but them man come round when they won’t get bucked
huh? act bad for the snapchat till a man get left like dust
big bruck that will get a man down
big bruck queng man out
see the big bruck aim for the head
thats north but the kid from south
tryna’ see notes on notes yeah i want to see pounds on pounds
flip flops on a opp block i ain’t really tryna’ run man round
he wants to know what im on
like doggy go ask your bedrins
man said showkeys bro
l-o-l no
chill like netflix
on the phone im calm, but i’ll come round there on a next ting
leave man shocked, leave man feeling electric
ay kenny, what you saying, you ready for the next ting

[verse 2: showkey]
can never be me
couldn’t be me that man try violate man try diss
cause i got links
man i got links in hackney and i got links in syd
ain’t on p-ss
them man chat too much
but them man there ain’t on sh-t
fresh on clips
see man home in a bit like
free la, free kid
free stam, free triggy
free got nicked in the trap spot giddy
man get wooshed when they get skirred on
man get dip dip chingy
skeng in the dinger
free 8 4 5 one spinner
me? i can’t rate that n-gga
cause my man chew gal like dinner
pull up in the ride
see man run and hide
like more time man are outside
cause you see them man slip and slide
sh-tden
two man, one whip, one skeng
so thats three opps, two shots one…
bow! bow!
one man ducking
mad luck cause the ting didn’t bun him
two hands on the bruck lets bruck him
no bruck then we’re dip dip cutting
one guy bled, straight am, bare dip dip for a gem
ride on pegs, dip in you’re head, them man there see led
man want talk bout muscle and man want talk bout gym
wait, how you gonna talk about gym when i back that 15 inch
wait, like why’s man tryna’ show biceps, triceps tryna’ show packs?
tell me how your abs gon’ save you when he meets with my shank
i don’t milly rock on any block
i got opps on every block
and if i creep on man
you won’t hear a penny drop
i can’t hit the folks
f-ck around and i’ll hit your folks
astra on a opp block, i’m tryna’ get at man so im sitting low like
dfirmer’s broski
chatty man chat this chat wanna chat about showkey
i’ts s with the s, you’re favourite opp, them man know me
the opps them boring they ain’t bored me they ain’t poged me
them man some phonies
oh sh-t
them man just chat like females
man i got links for the big sons
man i got links for the seash-lls
gal want chat bout’ your man but your man get sent to the retail
send out like letter, send out like e-mail
d-d-d-dip d-d-d-dip in mans… ay
chat about slide on me rude boy better mind where you step
man a’ get queffed
man a’ get all of the led
hand ting hold sweets like candy
hand ting in the handbag cause the hand ting there mad handy

[verse 3: showkey]
smoke if you say you’re on me
running from the jakes, running from the undies
it could be the gage, it could be the pumpy
just know, you ain’t safe if you’re running from me, yeah
they say they’re on me, but when they see me
they stammer, they stammer
i’ll take your life and give your mama wahalla
see them boy don’t want drama, no drama
[?]
caramel, coolie and the back look whack
plain clothes tryna get a n-gga grabbed, give a little n-gga sp-ce, let a little n-gga dab
ting get splashed, soaked like ocean
loud pack with the magnum i’m zoning
put her on hold anytime that the phone ring
wait… that’s the money phoning
[?] gotta switch lanes, i heard that i’m a target, they got sh-t aim
my kick game hugo like my wrist game
and girl said my dip dip game like my d-ck game fleeky
barclays, nations, nattys
yeah she got a big nyash, big batty
because she give me sauce like maggi, i got one from pecks, i got one from catty
got a ting from [?] and her body like fanta
haha banter
cause when she call my phone i don’t answer
because she want my woody like, she want my ai, ai, ai
you mad

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