Bars

歌詞

Yeah Yeah, gotta be comin' hard on them Havoc beats, you feel me? My basic outlook, the out crook the man on the side 'Fore we hit the driveway, got my hand on her thighs Touchin' the sky, I could skateboard in the cloud Put 'em on some much loud that they won't make sound This that body walk nonchalant, don't make sense Like a nigga with dreads tryna own his own barber shop Heart not hard to stop, take a new whip then karate chop Turn the fuckin' top to a halter top Concrete jungle, I'll fuck Jane though Industry, a bunch of niggas swing on the same rope Sit in the same room, fuck on the same ho We on different planes if we is in the same boat Captivate 'em and creative Potato head, turn 'em into mashed potatoes My town is greater, downtown Decatur Went to Pin Ups to pound, pound a waitress Niggas might as well smoke a pound of hatred Take a shot of jealousy and use a clown to chase it Heard some niggas try to say that my style is basic Told 'em sit back with they style adjacent Ran up in they crib like my stylist Jason Mask on, black card, minds is racist Met a girl named Victory, I can taste it I got a bigger crib 'cause I replaced it Uh, got a disease called bars Bars, yeah Got a disease called bars Bars I, I give it to ya I, I give it to ya I give it to ya I, I give it to ya Uh, bastard flow, I had to though, I'm natural and practical Infatuated with the dope, fanatical, banana clip, you're apple though I got more tools than Apple Store You're screwed up and now them goons is at your door with ransom notes And we gon' need some answers though, answer more Your modern family can suddenly become a canceled show, that's standard though I have your cousin be the one to cut your throat, my standards low I'm from New Orleans, you either be man or hoe and now they know You mash and go and cash it slow, whatever go and that you know Got more techs than Apple Store, I have more sex than Scorpios And I don't text or call them hoes, restaurant 'em all them hoes I slept with foreign hoes that only heard Tha Carter IV It's all for sure, it's all a hoax, Rebeccas to Rosarios I'm sorry for the hoes that get portrayed as sorry hoes I'm sorry, hoes, but that's just how the ory goes Who are these hoes? Who bought these hoes? I thought these hoes was for us all, my dawg proposed, Lord His cards exposed, his heart explode, his broads opposed, Lord His market's closed, he parched, he's cold, she sparked the stove, Lord She washed the clothes, she fold the clothes, she on her toes, Lord He lost control, forgot the bitch was on the pole, Lord! And oh, Lord, I bought some bitches from the road home Told her, "Watch over them bitches like a fuckin' drone" And hold on, I'm so gone, I'm in my more zone Cough syrup 'til my cold gone, Tunechi, bitch Uh, got a disease called bars Bars, yeah Got a disease called bars Bars I, I give it to ya I, I give it to ya I give it to ya I, I give it to ya I give it to ya, I give it to ya I give it to ya, I give it to ya I give it to ya, I give it to ya I give it to ya, I give it to ya (I give it to ya) I give it to ya, I give it to ya I give it to ya, I give it to ya I give it to ya, I give it to ya I give it to ya