Kwengface, Kenny Allstar, Mixtape Madness - Mad About Bars - S5-E4 lyrics
[Kwengface, Kenny Allstar, Mixtape Madness - Mad About Bars - S5-E4 lyrics]
I can't even lie, Kwengface
I don't think the game is even ready
For what you're about to do with
This freestyle scary
Grap blap
Oi, woof
Yuck man down till the place goes gooey
The world should be mine like Stewie
I like my steak kinda medium done 'cah
The well done ting's too chewy
Old days couldn't buy no Trueies
Now my trainers cost me a blueie
Got my shank on me
'Cause the mandem there too bookey
Yuck man down 'till the scene goes red
Everyting ments
If a man extend it, no forensic
No way that a man get ketched
Two-two step like a man go flex
Man just said it for the cause
You know my style, we all know Kweng
I'm in OT servin' leng whip it, whip it
Chop down crack with Gillettes
I'm still in the trap with kittens
Out, still tryna get my riches
I just linked my plug from Sierra Leone
Got me speakin' pidgin
This ting wanna be my missus
Biggest back, finest pickin' exit, exit
Man said the wrong thing so I cheffed him
Opp block with the waps get tested
Or I'm doin' late-night decks in the West End
I'm smokin' Cali and Stardawg with Sharna
Now I feel like WSTRN i just tapped that one
Now I'm tryna make bro tap her best friend
Old days would've fed that pasta
Now I just drive down the sideroad
Park off quick tell her jump in that backers
She said she never done this before
Sure, sweet lil' one be an actor
The opps say we love chat
That's no cap, but the chat get backed up
Yo, Skully what you on fat boy?
Let's skrr in a brucked down Astra
We got them tryna get some Dominos
I jumped out, then suttin' got stabbed up
Mad ting sad up brownskin, I'mma fuck that
Big batty ting, man it haffi get grab up
I try smoke my man with a hammer
Mazza, pissed that the hand ting jam up
Part I I
You can't be tellin' me that Kwengface
Ain't one of the hardest impossible
But true say it's that Mad About Bars shit
It's Madara Beatz so let's go hard then
Gang, gang two shit man
You know how it gets bruv mad about bars
Free all the guys dem come on, man
Yo
I'm mad up strapped up, no I'm soldier
Man don't act up for bullshit
Man just slide 'round the opp block
Quick like man just rinsed off the full clip
And no, I ain't leased these kicks
I went to the store and bought 'em
Need my stack all enormous
Dem man tried and got thwarted
I need a 4 and a half of the dirty slag
Feds don't want my brewin', brewin'
Piss in the dirty slam
I ring, trap from the dirty flats
Shout out Adz, that's a certy cat
Bro smashed him and I could not look
Dirty splash
And if man don't talk 'bout drills
They won't love no more
They wanna know about all of these rideouts
And that time that we slapped this corn
They locked down Shay and they locked down D
But they still want more
We said that this is just music and
That Zone's will break that law
Two and a Q of each
That's an Olson Twins and Sista Sista
Back my shank on an opp
I don't really know why man's
Puttin' his fist up
He try run got tripped up
Pissed, next thing you know he got dipped up
Tryna spill some sauce in Harrod's
Stop so I'm doin' up stop so I'm doin' up
Both hands on when I clutch this heater
Bro tryna slap, slap
Slap that ting how I done Tina
I put a 125 on Tanita
Now I'm at the worktop doin' up cleaner
Ghost inhale my zoot
Numb that pain when I smoke my rifa
Got like a 125 in that Uber
Now I'm doin' roommates with a drug user
He already knows I'm a trooper
I told him "Try with me I'll do ya"
Two and a half on a Sunday
I paid for the jugg, ring, trap, hallelujah
If I bring this mash to your crib
All you'll see is a clips
I ain't talkin' lunar
I was in the strip doin' nuttin' but lurkin'
I should've been in the
Studio doin' up workin'
I done back my shank on an opp
And swung before him
And this arm all hurt him
Can't lie man I thought that he splashed man
Man still swingin', swingin' with urges
Long story short man picked this ting
Straight back to the Nizz from excursions
Peng lightie, she flirtin' (Ay come 'ere)
Biggest back she twerkin' (Ay come 'ere)
She saw how my phone line be
Should've seen my face when she
Asked for a Birkin for a Birkin bag
Mad, better just stuff this fours in a
Long chop bag when we're lurkin', akh
I can't sleep on a vio
Same day ting man's lurkin' mad
Man's just lettin' it hit like hi hats
(Woo, woo) back your mash and slap one
Dem man don't make no cake
And they lowe them fakes so
I'm callin' them catgun
On the ride with the guys when
We lurk on the strip and we got two tap ones
I just heard my Nokia echo
Got a new ting and that's the way to tap one
Man's just lettin' it hit like hi hats
(Woo, woo) back your mash and slap one
Dem man don't make no cake
And they lowe them fakes so
I'm callin' them catgun
On the ride with the guys when
We lurk on the strip and we got two tap ones
I just heard my Nokia echo
Got a new ting and that's the way to tap one
(Mad)
I don't think the game is even ready
For what you're about to do with
This freestyle scary
Grap blap
Oi, woof
Yuck man down till the place goes gooey
The world should be mine like Stewie
I like my steak kinda medium done 'cah
The well done ting's too chewy
Old days couldn't buy no Trueies
Now my trainers cost me a blueie
Got my shank on me
'Cause the mandem there too bookey
Yuck man down 'till the scene goes red
Everyting ments
If a man extend it, no forensic
No way that a man get ketched
Two-two step like a man go flex
Man just said it for the cause
You know my style, we all know Kweng
I'm in OT servin' leng whip it, whip it
Chop down crack with Gillettes
I'm still in the trap with kittens
Out, still tryna get my riches
I just linked my plug from Sierra Leone
Got me speakin' pidgin
This ting wanna be my missus
Biggest back, finest pickin' exit, exit
Man said the wrong thing so I cheffed him
Opp block with the waps get tested
Or I'm doin' late-night decks in the West End
I'm smokin' Cali and Stardawg with Sharna
Now I feel like WSTRN i just tapped that one
Now I'm tryna make bro tap her best friend
Old days would've fed that pasta
Now I just drive down the sideroad
Park off quick tell her jump in that backers
She said she never done this before
Sure, sweet lil' one be an actor
The opps say we love chat
That's no cap, but the chat get backed up
Yo, Skully what you on fat boy?
Let's skrr in a brucked down Astra
We got them tryna get some Dominos
I jumped out, then suttin' got stabbed up
Mad ting sad up brownskin, I'mma fuck that
Big batty ting, man it haffi get grab up
I try smoke my man with a hammer
Mazza, pissed that the hand ting jam up
Part I I
You can't be tellin' me that Kwengface
Ain't one of the hardest impossible
But true say it's that Mad About Bars shit
It's Madara Beatz so let's go hard then
Gang, gang two shit man
You know how it gets bruv mad about bars
Free all the guys dem come on, man
Yo
I'm mad up strapped up, no I'm soldier
Man don't act up for bullshit
Man just slide 'round the opp block
Quick like man just rinsed off the full clip
And no, I ain't leased these kicks
I went to the store and bought 'em
Need my stack all enormous
Dem man tried and got thwarted
I need a 4 and a half of the dirty slag
Feds don't want my brewin', brewin'
Piss in the dirty slam
I ring, trap from the dirty flats
Shout out Adz, that's a certy cat
Bro smashed him and I could not look
Dirty splash
And if man don't talk 'bout drills
They won't love no more
They wanna know about all of these rideouts
And that time that we slapped this corn
They locked down Shay and they locked down D
But they still want more
We said that this is just music and
That Zone's will break that law
Two and a Q of each
That's an Olson Twins and Sista Sista
Back my shank on an opp
I don't really know why man's
Puttin' his fist up
He try run got tripped up
Pissed, next thing you know he got dipped up
Tryna spill some sauce in Harrod's
Stop so I'm doin' up stop so I'm doin' up
Both hands on when I clutch this heater
Bro tryna slap, slap
Slap that ting how I done Tina
I put a 125 on Tanita
Now I'm at the worktop doin' up cleaner
Ghost inhale my zoot
Numb that pain when I smoke my rifa
Got like a 125 in that Uber
Now I'm doin' roommates with a drug user
He already knows I'm a trooper
I told him "Try with me I'll do ya"
Two and a half on a Sunday
I paid for the jugg, ring, trap, hallelujah
If I bring this mash to your crib
All you'll see is a clips
I ain't talkin' lunar
I was in the strip doin' nuttin' but lurkin'
I should've been in the
Studio doin' up workin'
I done back my shank on an opp
And swung before him
And this arm all hurt him
Can't lie man I thought that he splashed man
Man still swingin', swingin' with urges
Long story short man picked this ting
Straight back to the Nizz from excursions
Peng lightie, she flirtin' (Ay come 'ere)
Biggest back she twerkin' (Ay come 'ere)
She saw how my phone line be
Should've seen my face when she
Asked for a Birkin for a Birkin bag
Mad, better just stuff this fours in a
Long chop bag when we're lurkin', akh
I can't sleep on a vio
Same day ting man's lurkin' mad
Man's just lettin' it hit like hi hats
(Woo, woo) back your mash and slap one
Dem man don't make no cake
And they lowe them fakes so
I'm callin' them catgun
On the ride with the guys when
We lurk on the strip and we got two tap ones
I just heard my Nokia echo
Got a new ting and that's the way to tap one
Man's just lettin' it hit like hi hats
(Woo, woo) back your mash and slap one
Dem man don't make no cake
And they lowe them fakes so
I'm callin' them catgun
On the ride with the guys when
We lurk on the strip and we got two tap ones
I just heard my Nokia echo
Got a new ting and that's the way to tap one
(Mad)