Berna - Mad About Bars lyrics

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Berna - Mad About Bars lyrics

[Verse 1: Berna] Man ah got a couple bangers on my desktop She gave me hatters in the office, call it desk top I'm f**ing b**hes for the fun, I ain't trying to have a son But I'm taking off my clothes if it gets hot She want a CD like a PC But my Floppy Disk won't get hard, so I can't cum And her fat friend's trying to CB, so I had to send a message out like a BC They better run away now, 'cause the champ's come I got them scratching on their scalps, no dandruff I got the call on my phone like Sam's in the station, had to throw my Nokia because Sam sung I had to bang that snitch for the one time The trap line don't ring like my fraud line I'm trying to stack my Ps up, I need more time There's no Skrapz in my hood, we just bang Nines f** with the fam, I'll let 2 fly I'm no average Joe, man I do grind AC's getting hot, no 16 Plus man ah f** with 18s, that's 2 9s Man ah love a browing, no dumb sket I didn't have to dress up to make her undress Man ah got a white ting from Brentwood And she gonna take the wood after one text One text is all that I need Two chicks in my bed, of course I'm a beat 3 trips to one girl's crib in a week Squares, so you know the whole team's gonna eat 5 star to the girl that's down on her knees 6 side, f** that, there's beef on the free 7 man rolled up trying to stain for my P [?] and my dogs ran through 'cause they're on grease Man ah grinding for the dough 'til the night's done My enemies like TV, I will Sky One In my hood you get s**ed like a hoover You better hand over the P or you'll die, son You better hand over the P before it gets peak See some p**y n***as watching 'cause they envy I got some p**y on my line, trying to buck me She don't care about A BC, she just want D I bucked your chick, I gave her dick No urinal, I take the piss All my n***as know it's get money I hit the belly, feed the clique Damn right, Berna's hard They look at me like I'm a God You p**y n***as act like b**hes Could someone get a tampon? Man ah [?] ting and man's zoning And she don't have to be a b**h to get a boning My white ting goes red when I see her But I still make her legs part, no Moses Man am out for the bread, no Hovis f** around and get sliced, no Hovis I'm the best in the game, I know this Man I'm the best in the game, I shell this, ayy I want money overseas [?] My n***as selling marijuana That's what I call a money tree I hear a lot of n***as talking 'bout their f They owe me Ps, them m an are in debt When I roll up, p**y boy, don't sweat 'Cuh one punch make his head bounce like a cheque I was with a bad B, put my Inches in her Section Swiftly Eyebrows fleeky, hair all Sleeky, started to scream Getting too Deepee, gyal said she need me She want a man like me cuh her boyfriend's moving needy Man it's all easy, f** her three times in the BM That's what a call a 3 series Gyal want to f** with a n***a like me Gyal want to f** with a real OG Gyal say I'm taking the piss, I really need to change But I don't really need 2p This fly boy life's too easy, but some fly boys try act greasy Man ah make a fly boy so fly, when the 9 spray Make a fly boy fly to the moon like ET Big boy want to come test me, big batty gyal want neck me She told me she's hungry, I filled her with dick, now her stomach not empty Nuff man hate on the kid, and I don't even know why they envy They mad 'cause they got no vibes, the one that them man, they envy I'm taking the piss, true say I'm fire alie, get burnt and you're taking the risk I'm taking your b**h, true say she don't bang weights, but I'm making the ting dem lift I'm taking your watch, p**y boy don't watch face, true say that I'm taking this wrist Taking the game, don't blame me for this sh**, true say God gave me a gift, it's mad [Verse 2: Berna] I'm trying to blow in this music, but haters, they envy the kid and I know they want to stop me I was broke, it's a joke, and they laughed at the kid, but they're pissed now 'cause a n***a got P I fell out with my best friend over some dumb sh**, deep down I know he's still got me And you can have gunners like Arsenal but my n***as still buss shots like Henri And they claim that they're on me, but don't be a dumb guy, don't lose your life for a dumb hype 'Cause I clocked that this roadman life ain't a joke right after my big bro got knifed I was seeking revenge, J jumped in the ride with a skeng That's 25 bells for an opp boy's head, click, clack, man are dead See them boy on road, it was on sight Get a man quick, have a n***a in 2 minds when you see the 45 split a man's wig 'Cause the philosophy behind my criminology is if someone does you wrong then you've got to beef I'm hungry so I've got to eat, I've got a voice so I've got to speak And all the hate don't bother me, I lyrically dead these rappers, and there's nobody here my age that can body me I'm way too fire for these neeks, but my heart turned ice 'cause you know what the streets does Eedyat, you only rap for your hood, you're paying bills on Link Up so you can get a street buzz f** that, I'm trying to run up in MTV, like "Wah gwan, where your funds at?" If you want a 16 bar for the [?], best empty your safe and put that in my rucksack Yeah they scream "trap" and they got bank rolls, but you can't buy your marge and your damn home How you screaming you bang f when your eyes closed, when you're blinding life, no blindfold I want more than a hood fame, they want to be known in the ends for renting a car, I want to own me a Benz In my CLA, listening to Coldplay, knowing that everything's OK So I get it in, then I get it gone My n***as dem tag along, like a sing song I know a couple paigons there got dipped on The beef comes back and forth like ping pong If I'm a target, like my Stonie, you would have missed, don You got a Rolie, why the f** it go tick tock These man are sh** like toilet, you're getting pissed on Funny guys, jokeman, I'll call 'em Chris Rock I dun said my grind don't stop, I was out here flat broke trying to make Ps on my block The things that we did for the guap, they were downright mad, you would have thought I don't believe in a God The big shhh comes out from the waist, black ting for the opps, you would think it was COD Man ah make Ps with the gang on my Jack Jones, you already dun know I pop squares But man don't talk, man don't talk to these punks, man don't talk to these pricks Rappers dem run, run a man out of his socks, run a man out of his kicks Coming for the game, man I've got a hitlist, just like Nike everybody getting ticked f** that sh**, but me in a booth with some Riz, I will smoke man pure, no chip And them just chat, them just chat on the net, them just chat bare sh** Man ah got plans, man are trying to buy me a house move my marj [?] out to the sticks Man ah got gyal, man ah got gyal in South, she my PYG, no stigs, if you shoot don't miss Once I'm sitting on the throne then you can't take me down from this sh** And I'm not joking, put me on the mic and it's roasting Spitting with these toxic flows, I'll dissolve your clothes like solvents I'm a be the man in your town, I'll invade your cities like Trojans Ayy wait, hold on, what's my man smoking? He said he's better than me, rude boy, your loud must be potent Ay, yo, bring me in with your plug Man ah really out for the grub, I came from the dirt like mud You don't know about the things that we've done You don't know about the things that we've seen It's made me the man I've become Put me in a room with the beat, swear down, everybody get spun [?] spike my drink with the Red Bull 'cause I'm the one What It's Berna

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