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i don't fuck around - mads veslelia lyrics

[verse 1: mads veslelia]
yeah, what’chu know about the m, what’chu know about the v
as i roll through the streets like a g
it’s a opel, but i just drove with the windows open, no token
so it’s dirty, looking like a atv
bumping slim shady, lp
not a usb, got the real cd
motherf-cker gotcha papa stop and staring at me
i ain’t catching no speed, i ain’t catching no chick, but i just bought me some green.. monster energy
see? thought i was going to say weed? i ain’t doing that, but please feel free, roll and smoke around me
cause i’m catching my buzz of that double dose of caffeine
may seem like i’m going crazy, but all i do is roll around, or stay inside my room daily
but don’t you worry ’bout it baby, this is hiphop, b-tch what
rapping rappers to ashes and fap to ladies doing crisscross

[verse 2: mads veslelia]
yeah, i’m still at it, like woah
i keep on pushing, and abusing every line that i throw
into a rap record, -ss wrecker, mad chicken
past checker, that’s second, i get a rash
yo’ raggity -ss, better be gl-ssed, never be tapped, making me laugh
every dash of gas that i smashed up into my tank fast
just to bone, now won’t even loan
you a few bucks for the bus
f-ck out my zone
guess you gotta go suck another trucker or so
yeah, fall in love with a motherf-cker, you hoe
back on my own, got a new address on my phone
tryna find her house, cause we ’bout to ride to this song, oh
cause i was brought up, on yela and slim
rittz and pac, tech n9ne, not to mention hopsin
so now they got a viking tryna spit like them
tryna provide a style of rhymes combined with the kings and him
i’ma prince

[verse 3: mads veslelia]
if you look at my status
the saddest rapper
a savage, the planet added a s-d-st
there’s so much static in attic
i gotta balance my baggage
and i’ma shatter these rappers
because i had it with maggots
they tryna brag like the baddest
but i got the pad with the fattest
i got the rap with the maddest, madness
the manic panic is tragic, but magic to cl-ssics
and i pour acid on plastics
har-ssing these f-ggots, sporadic
who happs to be catching a habit
of not practice
and nah, i ain’t sarcastic
i ain’t no b-st-rd
when i say suck gas, and then swallow a matchstick
tryna follow apollo 11 to heaven
forgetting your level ain’t fettle, better settle
no pedal to metal, you battle a rebel with a medal from devil
a letter, telling me to boil every g-boy in a kettle
it’s the truth that i’m rapping
just a dude with no platinum
third verse, hat-trick, i’m still at it and laughing (haha)

[hook: mads veslelia]
feeling so pro
people they know
(i don’t f-ck around)
nothing can slow
me when i roll
(i don’t f-ck around)
the rain and the snow
tryna push me off road
(i don’t f-ck around)
but i’m gonna blow
and go out like monroe
(i don’t f-ck around)
feeling so pro
people they know
(i don’t f-ck around)
nothing can slow
me when i roll
(i don’t f-ck around)
the rain and the snow
tryna push me off road
(i don’t f-ck around)
but i’m gonna blow
and go out like monroe
(i don’t f-ck around)

one more time!

- mads veslelia lyrics

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