lirik lagu mitch (uk) - mad about bars
[part i]
[verse]
anyting a anything, spinner or a semi ting
i swear i used to vomit off adrenaline
drillers or them trappers, hittas or a hatters
bare fish in jail but i’ve never been battered
ten pound a teef, that’s a pinky when we see them
my n~gga first to catch a body, free c pren
we used to sit down and count who’s cheffed the most
seeps won, osh and po, they was very close
they put eight in my car, i was diligent
hit a bad b~tch, how the f~ck could i be innocent?
on a mission and i’m militant, very very vigilant
that night the suttin worked brilliant
they say i take it too far but that’s my bad
back to jail if you put your hands on my dad
you don’t respect my ting, thunder and lightning
cah we ain’t sliding on your side ting
in the field like a viking, stop with the lies king
cah you’re the type that loves typing
mazza in my best clothes, i was looking well smart
i’m from west midlands, yeah the south part
funny boy haha, your mouth’s smart
i k!lled my dj kenny like south park
free the bin cah i been in there, raised couple quid in there
watching who wants to be a millionaire?
chatting off his mouth but he can’t be on
why? cause i’m with dj kenny, not the yardie one
newtown, marijuana pon da corner
on a mad one, your right hand’s an informer
i don’t eat pork, you want ham, makes you go hammer
b&q, doing drills with an old hammer
i know my opp block well, it was my old manor
remember when i done the mazza, i was so pralla
look, nuttin ain’t private
my young g love a big knife like a pirate
and anytime they see me, they divert
cause i’m a shooter for my team like kluivert
trappers and them drillers, we was just beginners
i was with my hittas in a ten~plate bimmas
you ever done mcdonald’s drive~thru in a dingers?
my n~gga broke a mirror then got caught with a spinner
man i done a mazza, made my young ting take it with her
call her brenda cah now she got a baby with her
always out, i couldn’t stay for dinner
i still hate that n~gga, put my friend on the daily mirror
fly birds, never wrote my bird a letter
call me countdown the way i put the words together
you want a verb or a consonant?
i’m the best outta birmingham, i’ll take it as a compliment
everybody opps~opps, i ain’t even onto them
anyting a anything, yeah i’m full of confidence
but you should be a bit calm
you had your burner in this arm and then you got disarmed
you’re lying out your lips, you need lip balm
but let me tell you this a bit calm
cah your name could be superman
but you ain’t getting nuttin outta this palm
turning, turning, everybody’s turning
my young g was cheeky, i’m thinking “should i burn him?”
talking like he saucing, he got jacked like daniels
i made it beat like sevaqk and steel banglez
i don’t think you bang straps but you might though
are you really in the fields like hypo?
pagans, pagans, i got a lot of pagans
one phone call, i’ll get you dipped like a jamaican
dipped cah you slipped then i bopped off comfortably
i ain’t superman, the whole wing was onto me
everybody’s talking bout voluntary
my knife work’s wicked like them white boys in coventry
but you won’t bang for your brudda, when it’s on they’re frail
you ain’t never done a mazza in a london jail
nah you wouldn’t understand it
cah you talk like you’re tough and you gwaan like a bandit
f~ck a judge, i hold a grudge, i’m mad about bars
billy love a dingers, he mad about cars
step in time like jelly on the day
one bag of beef made everybody cave
them the kinda man that can’t link me
cah they don’t take care their pickney
if i had it then you wouldn’t even know it
stick together like osha and poet
them kinda man there can’t link me
cah they don’t take care their pickney
if i had it then you wouldn’t even know it
cah we stick together like osha and poet
[part ii]
[verse]
top striker for the last three summers
exercise yard in my lv runners
bait face mitch, i told them b~tches “respect the name”
bare times i beat off, i didn’t get to aim
skinny n~gga with a young frame
like who’s got the keys to my bimma like yxng bane
postman mitch, i’ll deliver on the day
i’m a big man, they had me eating dinner off a tray
i’m easy with the doors, heard the judge tryna slam me
cah i make it st~st~stutter like stanley
it’s all part adulthood like plan b
selling bare spice through the pipe down to andy
front page mitch, mirror or the mail
even if it’s driving, i’m never getting bail
i swear down bro, the fans said they need me
them sh~t rappers and their metaphors are medi
i beef curt, it’s a beef keef
i want three hundred in my ting cah i ain’t shy like chief keef
and if i walk in the room, i make your head spin
and certain rappers don’t shoot, it’s their bredrins
used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this
i had a fours like that and a nine like this
i had to scr~pe that pot every time i whipped
i wanted to ball like fred and shine like mist
but i had to call my mom when i got nicked
i had to stain that brick to get that drip
before a gucci belt, i had it on my hip
i had to pattern up and then we all got lit
and all the bells i left on my strip
because the opps came through but i was quick
i never let a badders kiss me on my lips
bro, m~m~mazza when i see them pr~cks
but then i, i went home, had my pg tips
cause it was mitchy that and mitchy this
i had to switch those plates and take those risks
i had to send that text and make those trips
and if the corn was too big, i had to make that fit
f~ckers of the day, i want a tune with ella mai
in a cage like mma until i got my nfa
i’m a big man, they had me eating dinner off a tray
you dye your hair blonde, playing ball, getting cramps
i was on the fours with v dots getting shanks
now it’s pg ent, i shot more n~ggas than toxic tv
p110, free the whole of wanno
camo, flavours or ammo
talking like you’re gang, you ain’t even fammo
tryna get him down, only jah know
your manager’s a badders, you ain’t done mazzas
nails for my hammers, different opps same scrammers
so tell me what you reckon cah i ain’t playing tekken
and any kinda nonsense, i’m going for my weapon
your manager’s a badders, you ain’t done mazzas
nails for my hammers, different opps same scrammers
so tell me what you reckon cah i ain’t playing tekken
and any kinda talk man, i’m going for my weapon
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