Stand Alone
BarWar
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Nobody close Look at my clothes, champion and battles We make an, a toss, make it a tusk, make it some bread in there Lots of that sauce and not bragging that bus caught up in them They've been in there right now and I drink it on a liquor brand, a light layer, and they keep it by the round for the right sound When I'm on the mic, everybody want to pipe down like now, right now, Papa been to Atlanta and bite down But I mean, with the lands that are right down, smoke a weeds. If a wound with a lights out, I doubt now cold-blooded as a spill into darkness, old school, right there with the quail and the parchment as a barge and failing the harshest I'm a Sergeant cubit tree like Tarzan, Damm, that was so abstract, What a cashier could find it in a ranch crack Can I get a couple of? Just Snapchat, cut open, keep your brand But you need something to laugh at because I'm better than Know what? You could see it in my face and smug And to show it, I give it out Like I owe it. You should listen to what I'm saying I'm about a day poets. You want to do Jeff Bridges, no need for attitude I be telling the next, Papa, quail, Lou, with a Wolf in a Nardo You never come back When he takes these riches, I'm talking, And I back it up, take your shots and I'm acting up. Now don't even stop till they see the back of the cup, back at the cloud with the whole lapped out units in Japan, that people go yet. And I stay with an airline talking to loss, button, your shirt, and you tighten your tie. And you look in my eye. When you talk to this boss and embedded in MotherFuckers, you know, you can find me in the city with the Bulldogs, you in Juco to the roof, up to hot motherfuckers need to call off a spit lava, coming up the barrel, never sod off When I pop up at a knockoff, that bullshit, it's the ninth inning And I'm about to walk out Yeah, You wonder what, what me? Then there was some things you should know I'm crazy as f*ck, And I'm ready to let the dog go Bunch of bad bitches and other demon in the day say a bunch of bad bitches And now they didn't weigh in on me and a swag and my tight GP call And I'm out ain't trying to deal with a PO and, A lot of And I keep it on a dealer, Some of them dirty plead the Cinco, some of the imperative f*ck you think though? Yeah, Then I put them in a main call though I don't do it in a sink They'll pop a pill like Willie and a fucked up feeling silly I'm really, I'm a bad boy. Like, fucked that did he that? I'm a bad boy. Like biggie, Yeah, Oh no, Well, no, my dear Don't worry, I am here low co save your ear though, It's outgo, You just made my year.
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