Merky ACE - Polyphonic Ringtone lyrics

Merky ACE mad Max, get bax
Deya fuck the money
Merky ACE, Tizzy Gang, dun know love
Yeah, yeah

Gyal wan' strangle
Wan' swallow man's boa constrictor whole
Like a boa constrictor
Style that I've got, yeah
Straight off the Richter, steeze
Got two gyal and they're all for me, whoa
Cushy with the dargs like fleas, whoa
Taking Ps, that's making paper
Steady do road, I'm a regulator
Ready to be rapping then run up on a lick
It's not "yo, what's happening?"
Gun buck to the boat, that's what's happening
No, me and dem likkle man
Can never be warring
Don't be shocked if I come
Through and start slapping 'em
It's the return of the mack again
Black AJ trenchcoat
Pouch with the magnum, might cop a Magnum
Just to give your girl iron, whoa
Dun know it's them boys that
Mash up the rave, behave
Cuh manaman ah lock that off
I do paintings like Gogh
Paint man's inside on a man's top
Don, I'm on shutting down shop
Snakey man, you won't know what you've got
Until it's too late, I don't move bait
Cuh I move weight, up till late, steeze
When I come through, it's all steeze
Levi jeans with the bankroll, steeze
Grandad hat, Lacoste, not Kangol, steeze
And I keep up with greaze, take man's Ps
I do big bookings, I don't spit for free
Grand for a show three years ago, me
Overseas
When I spit, they book, when you spit
They leave yo, one of them days
That your gaffe on war, one of them days
Get keys in the door, one of them days
Get push into the floor, one of them days
Better protect your jaw, one of them days
We want the Ps and the raw, one of them days
Get what we came here for, one of them days
Or is gonna pour, one of them days
And I told man already, I'm one of them ones
I was there in '05, one of them ones
2010 in the ride, one of them ones
Likkle rusty to slide, one of them ones
Yeah, dem man tried, one of them ones
They're lucky to be alive, one of them ones
Boss one is inside, one of them ones
Come to your set anti like
The sister of African mum
Thought you were safe cause you
Glide in an Audi?
Run up on man and shoot up his cabbie
See me there licking them shots in the alley
Man are looking at me like "rah, how can he?"
Money haffi mek, someone said my name's Barry
Everyting's getting tek when I'm
Wearing that bally then I'm gone in a sec in
The back of the ding dong
I don't wanna talk 'bout the guys I ring, don
I'll never stand in a court and sing-song
Dem man write down names on paper
That the boydem logo is print on
Then they'll be up and down
The field like Frimpong
Back and forth like ping pong
Tryna get the Tree pendant
With the Tree chain that has got the Tree
Links on, that's steeze, whoa
Yeah, man are grown folk, dem boy likkle man
Talk about the spinner cuh it's tornado
You ain't on the level of Damien Holmes
You just wanna talk and claim this life
Pockets was bruk, I done crucial moves
That's a likkle ting called burn that bridge
No run back when I hit that stain
Dem likkle boy dibby like rice grain
Splattered blood all over the windscreen
Greaze on the field just like Roy Keane
Changed my number to salvage me
You can hold four in your plate, fourteen
All I wanna do is get mine and slide
I ain't tryna read no TV guide
What's on later? The workers' line
And they call mine if they want that drill
Hand-to hand, man ah serve man's nost'
I don't do deals cause my link is a boss
Holla me, that's there, 450
Take this down, save my name as Leon
And dem man talk stuff that they don't do
Everything I've said, I've done or will
Touch one of mine and you'll
See it's not lies
All you're gonna see is barrel and eyes
You and your Family Tree can all die
When me and my family tree dem roll by
You and your Family Tree can all die
When me and my family tree dem roll by
You and your Family Tree can all die
When me and my family tree dem roll by
You and your Family Tree can all die
When me and my family tree dem roll by
Whoa, that's another MC dead off
Man love talk grease
So I come through with the big bumbaclart
Black African skengman that will take
Your whole head off
Dem man dere eat one plate of jellof
Go to the kitchen and eat
A next plate of jellof
Then eat a next plate of jellof
That's three plates of jellof
Dem man are well hard
Dargs in the east not soft like Wellard
C-A-D and A-C-E at your S-E T
That's a ting called sell off
Might check Caps on a one away show
Not dem Musharafs then I don't wanna know
Anywhere I go, comfy on my lone
Tryna bill a line on a different phone
With a polyphonic ringtone

Done catch Up EP 2 out soon
Solo mixtape, album, whatever you're gonna
Call it, War is Normal, out soon
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