Vice - Bars On Bars lyrics

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Vice - Bars On Bars lyrics

[Intro] Bars on bars on bars on bars (Vice) This is how I do, b**h (FNF) I can't find the verse in my phone (Whoa) f** it, let's get it [Verse] You can feel the essence of the spirit in your presence When i step up in your presence, Imma wrap 'em up like presents I'm in love with these strippers, it's a shame that I finesse 'em I done took 'em for they money but I had to go and get it We be strappin' automatics, boy, you know I'm Illmattic So ill when I deal I ain't never stop sellin', boy, you know I'm still at it Sellin' work to these addicts, stayin' higher than an addict Then I pop me a brick and I get low like a basement You know we sellin' all that base, b**h Free freebase for them base heads New face, took a b**h and I replace her Then erase 'em like erasers I be racin' like a racer b**h, I'm ballin' like a peso You don't know about the paper You a motherf**in' hater I done seen my mama cry, lotta tears from her eyes But my daddy used to lie and I know he used to beat her So I call him Tiger Woods cause I know that he a cheater I be jumpin' in the Cooper, speedin' off like I'm a cheetah Earned a lotta stripes and I ain't talkin' 'bout Adidas If you actin' like a hot head, I'll pop lead (Bang) Cool you off like a freezer, boy, you know I keep the heater They be askin' why I'm sellin' then convict me as a felon Now I can't get a job, I'll be damned if I'm tellin' I'd rather move coke, I don't like to sell weed Cause them pounds, you can smell 'em Two Glocks in the stash spot I hit 'em with the pressure, they be foldin' like a laptop The bando be boomin' and I'll be trappin' at the crack spot Crackhead play the banjo, that's a signal for the traps, ha I must be a m**m, I ain't f**in' with the pigs and I ain't talkin' to no damn cops Reminiscin' 'bout the times when and my homies used to play up in the sand box Now we got a little older and we started sellin' boulders, we be trappin' by the sand box Here's a shout-out to my mama, give a f** about my father, I don't care about my damn pops I don't even need a hook, [?] with the flow Bars on top of bars, I keep hoes on top of hoes I don't even need a hook, [?] with the flow I give you bars on top of bars My nausea really bad, I think I need to pop a bar [Outro] Haha, yeah, you know? Just had to give you one of 'em straight throughs where I go straight through, ain't no curves over here, only curve we got over here's when b**hes get curved, tell the b**h to swerve, you know? I keep it G, n***a

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