Kano - 48 Bars lyrics

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Kano - 48 Bars lyrics

[Verse 1: Kano] Let the beat drop, let the beat drop Yo its K-A-N-O, listen, Beats and Bars I'm busy but I still pop up on road Roll with my n******gs that plot for the dough Bait motherf**ers got a box in the Golf Got sh** on lock like co*ks in Bow On stage you ain't topping my show My clique's hardcore like rock and roll Roll on the road with a pocket of dough You're broke prick you can't even top up your phone You might find that I got my co*k in your hoe When you bought her a bracelet, a watch and a phone I buy rounds don't try floss me a mo Cos that's how much these brandys cost me with coke '05 n******gs better watch me get dough What d'you think I just had on lock for the mo You watch the pennies, try and cut back We rave in a six whip, clique, you get a bus back And we bring the ting cos you can't trust blacks So the windows are tinted and the cars black There's no limit on it cos the credit cards black Nah it's gold but still I get fast cash Cos if it ain't big dough then we nah chat I'm just in the car-park after for gash And I don't make love f** that It's more like beef when we buss, when she buss I buss back When I come on rush to the front, f** the back And pop pop pop feel free buss a strap And no disrespect MC's but I'm back So ollie ollie ollie please cut the crap The most hyped kid but this one can rap Even got the manager doing I'm hot like a hundred degrees So f** that chain on your chest you're a fronter to me So don't talk reckless in front of me And if it ain't P's then you come to me I'm the MC the yutes come to see I write easy, the truth comes to me So here's what I'm saying, I ain't one to chief So don't be saying 's** your mum' to me I ain't letting no MC f** with me I'll beat you up on stage, f** the beat And it won't be sweet when you buck up with me Especially if there's something tucked underneath I got a little buffers tucked under sheets And she only shakes her bum bum for me And she dun knows I dun bun MC's I bun MC's like rastas bun weed So if you say it's beef then come come to east Act dumb-diggy-diggy-d-dumb-dumb and see