B.A.R.S
Lyrics
If ya money right she go fuck witcha I ain spend no money and she fuck wit me
One day imma be on the sand in Dubai wit a sheik blasting this not sheik looch either
I want commas and periods semi colon i got bit by the money now my pockets swollen
Paint job honey bee the seats pollen I tell her get on both knees girl you ain't Kolin
She got my stick up but I ain Robbin runnin shit nigga please you ain even joggin
Off wit a nigga head Ichabod it if he a shooter wit a beard like a Houston Rocket
Niggas always startin shit but want me to stop it all I hear is a bunch of flows that ain't yo's
You walk in the spot you ain chose I'm convincing these hot girls they ain hoes
Went from sellin dope to sellin hope you can get the head I'm gettin throat
Head as in she got your mental off you make her dryer your fabric soft
I'm potatoes sack tough that's different cloth
My bitch will kill yours in a dress from Ross
I was smart enough to graduate cume laude but the O's overlapped like a Audi
Niggas cheerleading but scared to catch a body but the nose on my snub stay a lil snotty
You be up in hobby lobby trying to find a hobby
I'm in the booth killin rappers never find the body
Interrogation room I'm askin for a lawyer
You get a cigarette and snitch before they light it for ya ewwww
You niggas me sick and this sick flow I got go make me rich bitch
Bitch ass rappers suck bars
Bitch ass rappers suck bars
Bitch ass rappers suck bars
Stfu you ain got no bars
Bitch ass rappers suck bars
Bitch ass rappers suck bars
Bitch ass rappers suck bars
Stfu you ain got no bars
They say he too sick gotta quarantine he got beef I turn him into Florentine
Y'all sold as is no warranty's momma said bad news it come in 3's
Your girl let me in her dungarees
All ya dogs turned to fleas and I ain from the city but I got the keys
That's 3 just in case you couldn't count
J shirts blessed me wit the bounce I'm so dope might bless you wit a ounce
Catching feelings I'm a head out that's what happen when I put the head in
She go lose it second wind for the win heard you classify a win wit a benz
But it's a C class not really a win I'll cop that for my daughter and her friends
Capture the moment atom black on the lens ain seein me like its prints on the lens
I own the master put prince on it then heard what I said put prince on it then
Bitch ass rappers suck bars
Bitch ass rappers suck bars
Bitch ass rappers suck bars
Stfu you ain got no bars
Bitch ass rappers suck bars
Bitch ass rappers suck bars
Bitch ass rappers suck bars
Stfu you ain got no bars
Writer(s): William Eichelberger
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
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