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Mads Veslelia - I Don't Fuck Around (Live)

MV rap and order waffles from his grandmother ++ Spotify: http://spoti.fi/1ykr9Ss iTunes: http://apple.co/1EuMPg2 Fan page: http://on.fb.me/1EYO4Bt Almost every sunday, I make something I call "sunday-videos" where I record a video of me rapping Live from my bedroom and post it on my personal facebook page. In a couple of months these videoes have reached over a million views. This video in particular got 100.000 views in 24 hours, what the føøø! It's crazy for me to see this and I'm thankful for the people who have shared my music, helping me reaching my goal. I'm honored to have the fans that I got, always supporting me in what I do. But anyway, have not posted this video on YouTube so I think it's about time, check it out. If you wanna support Mads and donate, you can do so here. All donations goes into helping Mads Veslelia keep his nostrils above water: https://www.paypal.me/madsveslelia Lyrics. Verse 1: What’chu now about the M, what’chu now 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 motherfucker 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 about it baby, this is hiphop, bitch what rapping rappers to ashes and fap to ladies doing crisscross Hook: Feeling so pro people they know (I don’t fuck around) nothing can slow me when I roll (I don’t fuck around) the rain and the snow tryna push of road (I don’t fuck aroud) but I’m gonna blow and go out like Monroe (I don’t fuck around) Verse 2: Yeah, I’m still at it, like wow I keep on pushing and abusing every line that I throw into a rap record, ass wrecker, mad chicken past-checker, that’s second, I get a rash yo’ raggity ass, better be glassed, never be tapped, making me laugh every dash of gas that I smashed up into my tank fast just to bone, now I won’t even loan you a few bucks for the buss, fuck out my zone guess you gotta go suck another trucker or so yeah fall in love with a motherfucker you hoe back on my own, got a new address on my phone tryna find her house, cause we about 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. Hook: Feeling so pro people they know (I don’t fuck around) nothing can slow me when I roll (I don’t fuck around) the rain and the snow tryna push of road (I don’t fuck aroud) but I’m gonna blow and go out like Monroe (I don’t fuck around) Verse 3: if you look at my status the saddest rapper a savage, the planet added a sadist 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 classics And I poor acid on plastic harassing these faggots sporadic who happens to be catching a habit of not practice and nah, I ain’t sarcastic I ain’t no bastard 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 devile 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, hatrick, I’m still at it and laughing (haha) Hook: Feeling so pro people they know (I don’t fuck around) nothing can slow me when I roll (I don’t fuck around) the rain and the snow tryna push of road (I don’t fuck aroud) but I’m gonna blow and go out like Monroe (I don’t fuck around)