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letra de bzns - bars brothers

[intro – big shir]
yeah
bars brothers
yung korg, big shir
better clear the f-ckin’ room when we in here
haha
bars brothers
bars brothers
yo
1337m0b, batters up, crossed your f-ckin’ chin, fool
you bad? we bad, tell ’em ’bout them sins, dude
it’s bars brothers
yeah, yeah
it’s one thing, two things, i better let ’em know

[chorus – drake]
n-gga, i’m about my business
n-gga, i’m about my business
n-gga, i’m about my business
n-gga, i’m about my business
n-gga, i’m about my

[verse – young korgy]
i’m about my business, (d-mn right!) spittin’ is my f-ckin’ mission
incision, twits and b-tches, sittin’ on typical writtens (cut ’em up!)
witness the sickness of the biggest of the d-ckens
and that’s charles for your mental, send another instrumental
i’ma wreck it with the metal, settle any debt with any fella
trippin’ on my squizzad, (1337m0b!) trippin’ off adderizzall
thinkin’ i ain’t got bars, but i’m drippin’ with the sizzauce
i’m a motherf-ckin’ boss, i ain’t ‘bout to rhyme rick ross (okay!)
sh-t, i did, f-ck it then, underdog, huckle finn
if you braggin’ ‘bout a gun and sh-t, put it to my muzzle then
like you really gonna k!ll me, b-tch, i don’t even wanna live
try’na be myself and stand out from these other rappers, i’m one in ten
don’t wanna be like him and them, try’na k!ll it like my idols did
that’s tech and eminem and ‘nem, and lots of dudes that’s h-lla dead
you young’uns better show respect and check yourself before you wreck yourself
b-tch!

[chorus – drake]
n-gga, i’m about my business
n-gga, i’m about my business
n-gga, i’m about my business
n-gga, i’m about my business
n-gga, i’m about my

[verse – big shir]
yes, i came to spit flames, hot as f-ckin’ steam trains
lookin’ like i been sane, but damage in my membrane
got me off this dog chain, barkin’ like the food came
rockin’ like a chair, mane, hawkin’ like an airplane
another day, flyin’ around, lookin’ for prey all on the ground
what can i say? you dyin’ now, when we playin’ all of our sound
shouldn’t’ve came, you cryin’ now, as we give you all of the rounds
this is a game, we lyin’ you down, as we takin’ all of the crowns (okay!)
i get it when i’m sick and start dippin’ like fried chicken
or like spongebob’s pants when them b-tches kept on rippin’
batter you like pancake mix, you start drippin’
make you scared like horror films and have your fish straight trippin’
treat it like hockey, you can’t mock me, you’ll be slippin’ (slippin’!)
whole crew is with me, still your shots kept on missin’ (missin’!)
we comin’ for that spot and know the world wouldn’t miss ‘em (miss ’em!)
we all about our job, ain’t got a thing to do with dissin’ (dissin’!)
we all about our business, we been in this, get a witness
we them west coast boys, makin’ noise like we meant this
rap sh-t is cap, you stay in a casket while we cement this
we don’t need you, watch your mouth just like a dentist
okay!

- bars brothers

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