CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Mad About Bars - Part 2

Counting silly gwop
Make me wanna milly rock
Front page GMP for beeji where I've been as hot
Different city different squat
Still licking off
Whip it 'till it's flipping rocks
Get it cheap if the spinners hot
Some sh*t I need to finish off

Collect the pack and jack my stack I'm doing home runs
Times when we was f**ked and we had no funds
Hunger in your belly when the doe comes
Smoke will fill your whole lungs
Times when we was so young
Hit licks and then we go cunch
I ain't interested in slow funds
More to rap than doe guns
This one is for the old slums
I've been rapping from a baby ask my own mum
So it's only right that the shows come
My n***as rattin hope he throw up
Real n***as rap and hope the blow up
The sh*t I did to get my doe up
sh*t I did to get my doe stay cold
You can never clone
Put it on my life or the 100 racks on my pebble phone