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letra de bars on bars - vice

[intro]
bars on bars on bars on bars (vice)
this is how i do, b-tch (fnf)
i can’t find the verse in my phone (whoa)
f-ck 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 bas-m-nt
you know we sellin’ all that base, b-tch
free freebase for them base heads
new face, took a b-tch and i replace her
then erase ’em like erasers
i be racin’ like a racer
b-tch, i’m ballin’ like a peso
you don’t know about the paper
you a motherf-ckin’ 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 d-mned if i’m tellin’
i’d rather move c-ke, 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 muslim, i ain’t f-ckin’ with the pigs and i ain’t talkin’ to no d-mn 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-ck about my father, i don’t care about my d-mn 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-tches get curved, tell the b-tch to swerve, you know? i keep it g, n-gg-

- vice

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