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No Bars (Instrumental)歌词完整版
I got brizzy on the beat he go crazy
What up Noc
Go crazy
What you workin' with
Workin' with
Yeah what you workin' with
Workin' with
Uh what you workin' with
You sure
Uh what you workin' with
Pay for this for this for this
Yeah
Get yo' bands up
Oh you ain't trickin' trickin'
I'ma hit yo' mans up
Cold clod cocky cocky fur in the summertime
He gon' keep the bills paid 'cause he know a
Know a fine
It's always in my business
JT what you really do
What
I be at home playin' fetch by a swimmin' pool
Bing
I'm a real big dog dog
You a scrappy-doo
Doin' all that wifey knowin'
He don't with you
Poster girl girl girl in yo' dreams
I'ma hold a bust whoever in between
Bop
Gangster
Gangster JT Medellín
Haven't heard from the opps
Yeah they ain't said a thing
Said a thing
I'll be damned damned
You know who I am
Who I am
Long way from crackin' cars and pullin' scams
Yeah
Scams scams scams scams
On my
On my pretty like a transgender
Ow
Sit this
Sit this on his chin in a chinchilla
Fifty flows up can't hop out
My coupe unless I lift the doors up
Ayy
Told my
Told my twin turbo V8 the motor
Skrrt
Self esteem drop every time I show up
Yeah
Yeah
Wrist doin' eighty in a thirty-five
Ice ayy
Shut Marni down for some furry slides
Sloppy
Look him in his eyes and tell him dirty lies
Huh
Cop me chanel chanel thirty times
The price on this Kelly say I'm hella paid
Yeah
Crocodile birkin from the everglades
Yeah
And I ain't gotta do a 'em
Do a 'em
Do a 'em thing
I ain't gotta do 'em
Do 'em
A thing
A thing
A thing
Period
Told y'all I don't work jobs
I am a job
It's always in my business
Worried about what the
I got goin' on ho
It's city girl
Ho
Even when you think it ain't city girl
I'm a city girl girl girl girl
Second verse to you hatin' hatin' hatin' hatin'
Tired
Who get mad every time I strike a pose
I'm Rick'd down from my head to my toes
Yep
Hood dressed like a weirdo
Huh
Run away now I'm steppin' in some runway
You can't with my on yo' birthday
Never
Free my real real real real
Corrlink and J-Pay
Free my
You gon' be home what the judge say
I'm low-key key key key
With my anxiety
I'm prayed up and I'm waitin' on my rivalry
I'm the hype nah y'all ain't gotta hype me
I'm that give a who don't like me
It's grind time no flossin'
Let's get it
Pulled out the truck and put the porsche in
These tired they exhausted
Tired
Got tannin' for this dark skin dark skin
I'm really from the trenches
Where it's shots I ain't talkin' 'bout syringes
Bop bop bow
Yeah I'm really from them trenches
Pretty pretty
Lips make lips make
Cop syringes mwah
No bars
