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vortex - bars [2015]: sbtv lyrics

when they see me they’re like tex, what you been on though?
i’m like, working on my floors like a condo
take a puff of this, neck down, grab a poncho
said he’s got a k, well he k!lls the convo
i don’t know if you’ve heard of my niggas
say you’ve got a wave, then we’re certified swimmers
i’ve been getting blazed, getting herbalised init
on the m1, g-ssed trying to test the 335’s limit
here’s a minute for them critics, most of them b-tches
i dig it, they’re livid, ‘cos they wanna be the missus
while you got you got your clarks on, sitting on the the track
you can play hammond, may i get stiggish
i’m in it for the spinach, watch how i dead it
my flows supreme like a brof out of essex
i use the green to get red that’s the method
is it how high or hi, how did you get?
this is an epidemic, i smell it like a bad perfume
can’t miss it like a dad’s curfew
these b-tches want to hate, cos a nigga curved you
wanted a little yellow in her like thunderbird 2
i ain’t lying, i got a shine like a brother’s church shoes
or a rev. revving, making a hummer swerve through
rah she’s on the net, got a couple dirt views
like a million other girls ain’t got a b-m and curves too
where’s your head at, tell something they can’t do
you’re turning up in clubs, you weren’t turning up to cl-ssrooms
now she’s a gold digger, looking for a fast move
wants a little castle and palace little pardew
tv sold these rappers a dream
getting pimped out boy, them suits overcharged you
you blew your dough here they homer and marged you
i’m on the road like cartman tryna cartwheel
wait, look, i used to be that guy up on the corner
tying little border, fresh out of school we hit the corner
nothing on my mind but pussy and tryna keep the ball up
had a little status on pirate radio and it was all love
well that’s what i thought though, taught to keep low
be smart like court clothes
money cars and chains, family over all those
you’re cold? f-nny in a wardrobe, hold tight your goals… lord knows
i’ve been praying for these rappers that ain’t got no talent
-n-lyse the game like gary linekar and alan
they say that i’m underrated ‘cos i spit what they can’t fathom
i actually love music, they actually love g-ssing
i’m just rapping, just a few [?] don’t want to hear yours
my niggas hungry, hit your ice like polar bear paws
titch told me watch my mouth, i was like yeah course
then it’s more beeps than wolverine at the airport
with a pocket of change, two phones
one set of keys and that metal thing on the string of his air force
bare wars on the road, where’s the army?
these niggas ain’t ever playing, word to diaby
they’re scared to cross my pen game, charlie charlie charlie
my piff got a pong, i’m old school like [?]
calmly, came up yeah seven with an ounce
we were setting up traps like little kevin in the house
couple beefs from the east, couple rebels in the south
shit clicked went together like nettles and an [?]
so keep thinking that i’m new shit, i don’t whip a nae nae kid
should of knew this, foolish

- vortex lyrics

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