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mad about bars (2017) - youngs teflon lyrics

[verse 1]
had to go and find a plug, i was fed up of the static
mummy couldn’t find it when i left it in the attic
one time [?] i was p-ssed, it kept jamming
rip big blow, he best me with the cannon
three metal [?], still leaving n-ggas cabbage
big bag of green, i just keep it for the habits
big batty gyal, i just keep it for the habits
treat it like steph curry, i don’t even slam it
born as a savage
me i’m from the mud, dreads swinging like maggots
running through packets
and i’m from the jungle, so of course i gotta pack it
i don’t watch tv, cause all i see is f-ggots
straight outta poverty, mum worked two jobs
dad played lottery, lotta sh-t bother me
i ain’t wanna do robberies
to the n-ggas tried robbing me
views from the 8th floor
no board games, right there i sold 8-b-lls
we ain’t tryna stay poor
n-ggas wanna k!ll me, but what you think my 8’s for?
what you think they got them lion in the cage for?
when i make my first cd
ain’t n0body hearing, ain’t n0body wanna see me
djs didn’t play me, i was still wearing gg
now they call me king, and every day i’m getting freebies
i cruise through the hood in trucks
riding out the [?], get some coins to the bucks
tell them stay in school, they no fools at the top
i just give ‘em jewels, they the future and stuff
but i’m still married to the mob
wifey want me home, but i’m rallying the tugs
packaging the goods, carrying it up
damaging the game, i make a racket with my dogs
only for my gs i wrote
can’t play piano, but i turn a key to notes
lick you down across the road, no beamer scope
have my fire brigade turn your whole street to smoke
ask the fiends where the needles go
i got phones lines tweaking, i don’t need to blow
the fans need me though
chopping up this kim, getting yeezy dough

[verse 2]
used to be my darg, you was in my left t-tty
money start make, then people get b-tchy
never been a chitchy, never been a chatty patty
never been a time i wasn’t higher than a hippie
i still bag ‘em with no diggies, then fly ‘em off my bricky
south side of bricky, south side of bricky
i still bag ‘em with no diggies, then i fly ‘em off my bricky
south side of…
tell me you want them tickets when it’s showtime
but when i really need you did you show time?
i been way too busy just to show time
i got all these nitties on my phone line
nitties on my…
thingies in the old 9
tell me you want them tickets when it’s showtime
but when i really need you did you show time?
i been way too busy just to show time
i got all these nitties on my phone line
nitties on my…
i showed up at your ting cause in the end we all brothers
couldn’t make the toast, was too busy getting b-tter
we can’t just idle, n-ggas want my t-tle
gotta keep it moving, it’s too sticky in this gutter
i hope they still call my name when i’m buried
they was dancing candy, i was slanging curry
keep it ratchet, andy murray
i bang it for my buddies
right-lane lifestyle, always in a hurry
pray for a n-gga, can’t go [?] like a dummy
but jimmy corn boy, conniving and too cunning
we don’t shoot just to stun him, chest shot spun him
then double back on the ends, we saw the feds coming

[verse 3]
bad to the bone
said no pets in the house, and i still brought the woof-woof home
all of them tings came black, but i remember two times it was chrome
yeah i’m from the b, but i’m tryna get ps like ohms
them man pree like gnomes
i still keep gs on my phone
free up my good friend luger, free up my good friend capone
nuff gyal just chatty and rude, man’ll send a dead one home
peng gyal just aggy a nude, man’ll give a good one bone
five man in my car, it’s a gang ting
see us at the lights, probably won’t look, probably got that hand ting
heard my man got whacked from behind, outcome like he’s planking
wait, they don’t bang or get bread
yeah the dots came short, but the cartridge come in like my man’s head
my team too raw, that’s sushi
all of them drill rappers dead, fam i’d rather listen to the fugees
cutting through the horde in a hooty
i been out here since cray, like i wish we could bring back susie
ay, now i’m in the t with slabs
you be in the dance doing dabs
i woke up early to bag it, so my eyes just full up with bags
snapchat just full up with slags
samsung just full up with cats
big 40, i fill it with flats
big 40, i fill it with ay, ay, ay, ay

- youngs teflon lyrics

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