BARS Songtext

von MellowHype

What is life I flip a coin, cops on my tail, girl on my headto share the annoying
At least it ain't borin' at least I live in California where it ain't stormy
At least I ain't hungry or pain and unless I'm recordin'
I'm who they open the door for and tip the door
Behind the door man and his whore is foreign and trust they swarmin'
The sun is proud and warmer than burning houses with dormer
He was in a room on the computer watching porn's
Press when pressing their sales like they had something on 'em
A man against the world, this world belongs to no woman
How some are leading by examples criticized by somes
I cut out her face and put fires inside the pumpkin

The idea of me is great the result of me otherwise
Opposing losing options, I'd rather choose and decide
Get high and take a ride wake up on the other side
Maybe things are with who I rely on when she text me I reply
Metallica royalty look out on ACDC
Killing 'em hardcore for what they say discreetly
Fucking with me like diving in a pool with concrete feet
How do you know I have a mistress for the fact he mistreat beats
Who gave a fuck about us before we were the golf Wang
In us we trust
Nigga fuck with the golf wang, and not how we bust
When the wolf on the bus help and bust real up
Attempt to make me again you can't beat me up
She be shaving my points like what a mac they do
Blowin' marijuana roads like the number free dob
In the back of the truck three fifteen sounds

Ain't no put in line neither when we die
When I go catch me will be fine,
Over hits we missing, niggas to the drill I go
I try to hang out and take the bitch hang out
She hang on my dick and say its right

You could be wrong but be a buddy, do you polite
Is she in the tongue? And recently she try to surprise
Leave me alone but when I call this shawnty you got me
Left all the shots from the house, I play the evil you can's top me
In the back when I make a couple mil', I' like shawnty
How you chasin' the dollar bills you know the fell that you got it
Probably stay or rolla wills, that condition is for the hollies
I'm in the league fighting for a milf slam party
Bitch I ring, I shout and slim
Local blow digga where the chicks say names and these niggas play segue
I see you texting manner try to recover some daters
I know you want what you pick lable, hater
When the couch it's in the play I see this niggas play us

Hold up, wait up
My nigga try to base up
I drink more than eight of they, whatever they fuck in the club
Good day, I'm bout to roll all they
If this is half I'mma stay today
Until the day my August is today
Comma's your bitch, I make that comma scream my league
Hitting this money then i'mma deeper right away
Right and slick with that honey I need another cold drinks
Smoke all day, don't run upon me what you find is swang
Gotta groom out of you is that black point but never shut blanck
So I'mma bust with what I know, I'm from the swamr bank
And the porsh is right about pulling like three banz
Then we home and be impressive like how do you made it?
Kiss me on my hand, told me outside to call and place
Nigga I've been on my rap since eight
And I ain't gonna stop, they try to hide me
No charity as my charity in their ways
Smoke til my voice is heavy in the base
Nigga let the work shop