Merky ACE - Strawberry Rain lyrics
[Merky ACE - Strawberry Rain lyrics]
Yeah what's this one?
Aight fT
Ain't no kids daddy
But, if I had a baby or track with a youth
Know what that means, shit in nappy
And I ain't talking bout shit from batty
I'm talking bout fucking shit in nappy
Stack for the Barclays, not for the Santander
Thought I was gonna say Abbey?
Stuck in the past in the game most likely
Stopping and starting, I said catch up
And them boys still can't catch me
Transport them I was in a taxi
You know I got spots like acne
For the dumpling, yam and ackee
And for dumping out on a fassy
Get a call then I'm there
Low down on the split or
Opp I'm fetching gladly
It's normal, I do my ting
I just wanna make MJ happy
I stack and I trap
Since the first man ah cat
I ain't ever look back, hear me on a track
Don't think that it's rad, it's sad
My endz is like Islamabad
Gaza there, don't post and stand
No encounters are hand-to hand
Man will rise up the Claude Van Damme
Don't get caught in the backroad
Cause you wanna stunt on the main
It gets insane
Thoughts flying out of your brain
You could call it strawberry rain
Things ain't the same
Snitches baiting up the whole game
Talk in codes on the phone, not flames
Glide in and out, man are changing lanes
If I see feds, I'll turn Usain
Play your position attack the opposition
With the greatest precision
Defend or aggression
Stop pagans from messing
With the bread that you're getting
You're beefing and trapping and
Now you're all fretting
It's not worth it if you're
Not gonna dead him
You wanna have beef and still try pebbing?
Till man run up on your shop and get him
To call you asking for seven
Three man deep: me, Smith, and Wesson
Got you before so you know that I'm repping
Badman from early, ask Tevin
Badman from early, ask Kevin
Said he wants food, but I never met him
And know shots there never wreck him
Fam it's all long, I'll change up my eleven
Get a new chip and switch up my method
Never could pum-pum make me feel pressured
I'll make a pum-pum make you get peppered
How you gonna wrap your pum-pum jeffers?
I can't be out here with washed breddas
Everybody's pissed now I'm putting
On my leathers
Man can't see me, I'm ghost with the cheddars
Low-key moving last letters
Don't get caught in the backroad
Cause you wanna stunt on the main
It gets insane
Thoughts flying out of your brain
You could call it strawberry rain
Things ain't the same
Snitches baiting up the whole game
Talk in codes on the phone, not flames
Glide in and out, man are changing lanes
If I see feds, I'll turn Usain
All or nothing
I don't wanna hear about bit's and bobs
I keep it real in and out of the game
But they have trouble, cause they're not
You know what I'm on and
You know where I'm from
Man are there in Essex or South London
When the endz get corn, mi nuh wear Long John
Mi rise the blue steel and leave man done
We're number one, I'm number five
But we're all sick, so it's alright
Just wait till TK's CD arrives
And you see Shifman saying boom on sky
Family Tree, yeah, we're them guys
MCs with 38s and 45's
Could have been a baby or big nine
Big problem ah go down quicktime
'Matic does ring like a half food line
You can hold shots in your neck and spine
If you wanna get brave, while you're trying
You will find out that I'm not lying
When you come with fists and I come with iron
On the same backroad you will lay there lying
In your own blood, stiff, senseless and dying
Now your grandma's daughter's crying
It's sad
Don't get caught in the backroad
Cause you wanna stunt on the main
It gets insane
Thoughts flying out of your brain
You could call it strawberry rain
Things ain't the same
Snitches baiting up the whole game
Talk in codes on the phone, not flames
Glide in and out, man are changing lanes
If I see feds, I'll turn Usain
Aight fT
Ain't no kids daddy
But, if I had a baby or track with a youth
Know what that means, shit in nappy
And I ain't talking bout shit from batty
I'm talking bout fucking shit in nappy
Stack for the Barclays, not for the Santander
Thought I was gonna say Abbey?
Stuck in the past in the game most likely
Stopping and starting, I said catch up
And them boys still can't catch me
Transport them I was in a taxi
You know I got spots like acne
For the dumpling, yam and ackee
And for dumping out on a fassy
Get a call then I'm there
Low down on the split or
Opp I'm fetching gladly
It's normal, I do my ting
I just wanna make MJ happy
I stack and I trap
Since the first man ah cat
I ain't ever look back, hear me on a track
Don't think that it's rad, it's sad
My endz is like Islamabad
Gaza there, don't post and stand
No encounters are hand-to hand
Man will rise up the Claude Van Damme
Don't get caught in the backroad
Cause you wanna stunt on the main
It gets insane
Thoughts flying out of your brain
You could call it strawberry rain
Things ain't the same
Snitches baiting up the whole game
Talk in codes on the phone, not flames
Glide in and out, man are changing lanes
If I see feds, I'll turn Usain
Play your position attack the opposition
With the greatest precision
Defend or aggression
Stop pagans from messing
With the bread that you're getting
You're beefing and trapping and
Now you're all fretting
It's not worth it if you're
Not gonna dead him
You wanna have beef and still try pebbing?
Till man run up on your shop and get him
To call you asking for seven
Three man deep: me, Smith, and Wesson
Got you before so you know that I'm repping
Badman from early, ask Tevin
Badman from early, ask Kevin
Said he wants food, but I never met him
And know shots there never wreck him
Fam it's all long, I'll change up my eleven
Get a new chip and switch up my method
Never could pum-pum make me feel pressured
I'll make a pum-pum make you get peppered
How you gonna wrap your pum-pum jeffers?
I can't be out here with washed breddas
Everybody's pissed now I'm putting
On my leathers
Man can't see me, I'm ghost with the cheddars
Low-key moving last letters
Don't get caught in the backroad
Cause you wanna stunt on the main
It gets insane
Thoughts flying out of your brain
You could call it strawberry rain
Things ain't the same
Snitches baiting up the whole game
Talk in codes on the phone, not flames
Glide in and out, man are changing lanes
If I see feds, I'll turn Usain
All or nothing
I don't wanna hear about bit's and bobs
I keep it real in and out of the game
But they have trouble, cause they're not
You know what I'm on and
You know where I'm from
Man are there in Essex or South London
When the endz get corn, mi nuh wear Long John
Mi rise the blue steel and leave man done
We're number one, I'm number five
But we're all sick, so it's alright
Just wait till TK's CD arrives
And you see Shifman saying boom on sky
Family Tree, yeah, we're them guys
MCs with 38s and 45's
Could have been a baby or big nine
Big problem ah go down quicktime
'Matic does ring like a half food line
You can hold shots in your neck and spine
If you wanna get brave, while you're trying
You will find out that I'm not lying
When you come with fists and I come with iron
On the same backroad you will lay there lying
In your own blood, stiff, senseless and dying
Now your grandma's daughter's crying
It's sad
Don't get caught in the backroad
Cause you wanna stunt on the main
It gets insane
Thoughts flying out of your brain
You could call it strawberry rain
Things ain't the same
Snitches baiting up the whole game
Talk in codes on the phone, not flames
Glide in and out, man are changing lanes
If I see feds, I'll turn Usain