Zhar! - Tony Stark Lyrics

Uh
Straight off the bat
I knock this shout outta the park
Yeah Yeah!
I’m in the back uh
RIP to Rosa Parks
Yeah! Yeah!
I’d die for this shit uh
I’m a young Tony Stark
In love with this shit
I fell in love with the art
Hol’ up
Wasn’t gon’ say that uh uh yea
Straight off the back again
She gave me her back again
But fuck it I beat it in
Yea yea
She wanna fuck but I say baby bring a friend
Yeah! Yeah!
I cannot wait ‘till we meet again
If he wants the smoke
Then we get him hi
Machete right upon his neck like a tie
Pull up we poppin’ like 4th of July
The chopper gon’ eat like he ordered some fries
The lie detector test said you was lie
But he tryna be real I see through the disguise
He run up wrong then I’m sendin’ this dude to the skies
That nigga food for the flies
Peter Piper picked a pepper yea
Smack a cracker call me nigger yea
You look like a sex offender yea
I look like the weirdest nigga yea
I look like I get the bitches yea
You look like the sickest nigga yea
I look like I been up in it yea
You look like you end up missing yea
I had told that pretty bit that she just need to get-get with program
If she doesn’t then you gonna hear the door slam uh
But she like seein’ me!
Seein me
I whip it like DMV
Yea illegally
I’m bout to go out like
Aye!
Uh
Straight off the bat
I knock this shout outta the park
Yeah Yeah!
I’m in the back uh
RIP to Rosa Parks
Yeah! Yeah!
I’d die for this shit uh
I’m a young Tony Stark
Yeah! Yeah!
I’d die for the shit uh
I’m a young Tony Stark
Yeah! Yeah!

Uh
Straight off the bat
I knock this shout outta the park
Yeah Yeah!
I’m in the back uh
RIP to Rosa Parks
Yeah! Yeah!
I’d die for this shit uh
I’m a young Tony Stark
In love with this shit
I fell in love with the art
Hol’ up
Wasn’t gon’ say that uh uh yea
Straight off the back again
She gave me her back again
But fuck it I beat it in
Yea yea
She wanna fuck but I say baby bring a friend
Yeah! Yeah!
I cannot wait ‘till we meet again
If he wants the smoke
Then we get him hi
Machete right upon his neck like a tie
Pull up we poppin’ like 4th of July
The chopper gon’ eat like he ordered some fries
The lie detector test said you was lie
But he tryna be real I see through the disguise
He run up wrong then I’m sendin’ this dude to the skies
That nigga food for the flies
Peter Piper picked a pepper yea
Smack a cracker call me nigger yea
You look like a sex offender yea
I look like the weirdest nigga yea
I look like I get the bitches yea
You look like the sickest nigga yea
I look like I been up in it yea
You look like you end up missing yea
I had told that pretty bit that she just need to get-get with program
If she doesn’t then you gonna hear the door slam uh
But she like seein’ me!
Seein me
I whip it like DMV
Yea illegally
I’m bout to go out like
Aye!
Uh
Straight off the bat
I knock this shout outta the park
Yeah Yeah!
I’m in the back uh
RIP to Rosa Parks
Yeah! Yeah!
I’d die for this shit uh
I’m a young Tony Stark
Yeah! Yeah!
I’d die for the shit uh
I’m a young Tony Stark
Yeah! Yeah!