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You are not on the same level as I These bars will make your adrenaline rise And when i’m in inside I got bad boys showing their feminine side They’re jealous of my potential To make the world shake like ketamine highs If man’s salty i’ll pepper him twice If talent comes down to melanin why Am I so much harder than you Picking up green like a gardener do Stardog will do I put half of the Q in some fat off plate and start sparking a zoot And now i’m in venting mode I’m inventing most of the flows you know And the clothes you own i’ve already worn The futures here i'm already born My blackbox is attracting fans Don’t rate good yutes actin bad Mans got bars so I chat them facts Til I wrap them grands in elastic bands You hold food like plastic bags Coz you love dizz like raskit fans My team are ready to start See man shaking the captains hand Letras de canciones Mans pulling up in a blacked out audi Acting rowdy Bad man round me There's a party at my ex's yard but the slag don't shout me Man don't doubt me Man chat shit so I slapped him loudly Smacked him proudly Man's too cold get a chapped lip round me What, man gets racks in now G If i asked you name a yute that's harder Man bet a tenner that you won't answer Never see that yute at the afters My mans fucked off a zoot and lager Wasteman Can't hack a zoot and a stella Swingman round like a human propeller If his girlfriends cute i’ll tell her She ain't going home with you Man spit bars i'm chosen to Gonna make that last like frozen food Be the best in the world i'm hoping too It's overdue Bare heads turn when i'm rolling through Still cold in june Got bare notes can't fold in two Don't chat shit you're -- Why you lying for I stand out if i’m indoors If you diss my marge get flying jaws Just wanna bring guys on tours Mans angry now You'll get dropped like hand me downs Nobody got better bars than Songer 2 years time, man's in town Man's pulling up in an all-white rari All night party Call my barbie I spit bars like Dave I kick ball like Vardy Man's cray cray call that Tom Hardy You can't out-bar me You get bumped no white on car key No filter man’s Marley White and strong just call man Charlie S-O-N-G-E to the R Got the best flow man bring heat with the bars Girls leave mine at 6 in the morning But swear down don't sleep in the yard Always rollin zoots and bifftas No guns I use my fingers I am outside the box like David Luiz when he shoots from distance (bow) From Letras Mania