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600 Bars
5.959
Hip-Hop/Rap
600 Bars wurde am 4. Juli 2019 von SaysoTheMac als Teil des Albums veröffentlicht600 Bars - Single
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Veröffentlichungsdatum4. Juli 2019
LabelSaysoTheMac
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM100

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
SaySoTheMac
SaySoTheMac
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jesse Black
Jesse Black
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dcappn
Dcappn
Co-Producer

Songtexte

"Sayso, can you tell me why you ain't released nun?"
Fuck music bitch I'm out here In the streets thuggin
Still get dough even if im at home sleep (Duh)
Still gon eat, stripper bitch wigglin her cheeks
Ran it up for weeks, then I had to buy me some new clothes
Watchin my back for all you **** and all you hoes (Ron-Ron, do that shit)
You makin me nervous my ****, you gettin too close
And one false move, this mac turn him to ghost
Hate to do the most, so ima try to keep it calm
Cause the blonde hoe that I knocked game green as a lime
Had this bitch for a week broke her cheeks and she was gone
**** problems get lost when the weapon is gettin drawn
Pop that hot shit, you be floatin in the pond
You a bitch you probably just like yo hear yourself talk
Hoe ass **** be tryin on they bitch drawls
When she gone the homies is there tearin down her walls
Pause and a toast for the players who do the most
If the hoe get outta pocket then pimpin is down her throat
(Get low)
I had to bend the corner
I don't want that black bitch trap I want the foreigner
Sayso
I bet them joints know me
Ya bottom hoe chose me now he talkin bout beef?
(What)
Better watch how you speakin when you talkin bout a P
And if you wanna talk to me it better be about some cheese
And last night the feds ran up In the goddamn house
Kept it solid **** quiet as a goddamn mouse
Tell them pussy **** They can shut They bitch ass mouth
Before I knock your bottom bitch and put a dick in her mouth
Broke her for a ten piece, You still live on the couch
I love cussin bitches out call me Oscar the Grouch
5.7 MAC 10 make a **** say yeow
Finna go and snatch a chink up for his damn couch
600 bars
Bro lets split em and duck em, But I Like to eat xanax
Ima keep me a hundred, I'm always gettin chilli
Ima keep me some money, Plus im always rollin weed
Ima keep gettin blunted, Pop two percs And ima keep goin dummy
Now what's the deal forreal bitch, You still lookin bummy?
And all these faggot 304s do GFE, New folks game old like a PS3
Pop up, pop my collar then I pop me a p
I like to pop up on ya bitch When she bleedin her feet
Middle of the street, Ism spillin all out my teeth
You wanna chose on me? Ima be needin a fee
Put them heels on And creep for a goddamn p (x2)
Pussy for free free hoe? Thats a no no
Knock that hoe on Western, Pulled up And she was a no show
Next thing I know All I saw was the popo
Tried to get on I shoulda threw the Benz In sports mode
Fuck 12 Still send a bitch With no remorse tho
Suck it bitch Suck me until you get a sore throat
Yellin at whores Will bore me Till I get a hoarse throat
(Bitch!)
Sayso you so damn gorgeous So say the chorus hoe
I got the Benz and the Lac I really want the Porsche tho
Momma gon whoop yo ass Go do your chores bro
Ima die with some money But bitch I was born broke
Facebook bitch She just want a **** to poke
(Bop)
She just wanna smoke my cooks And dick choke
Flashin flicks with long clips You still a bitch doe
I really don't talk too much Around you new folk
Im crackin hoes Like be pump crackin
This egg yolk Muddy trouble Pourin drugs over my kinfolk
Im triflin I still play a bitch like Nintendo
I been this way Ever since I can remember
Pimp pimp pimp, From December down to November
You the one to bend her And I'm the one to send her
Remember, Play the game right I'm no beginner
Double cup For breakfast lunch and dinner
And I met in her the club Ian knock her off Tinder
Lord please forgive me Cause I know that ima sinner
I'm the type to spend 250 Up on my dinner plate
I'm the type to take Myself out on a dinner date
And if you wanna see me stunt Then ima demonstrate
This to all you bitch ass **** I know you finna hate
Said you was real But my **** You never been that way
Im tryna peel her purse You tryna penetrate
Makin all my hoes jealous Yeah ima instigate
Ya know?
Yadadamean?
I'm over 21, I just look 19
And Miss. Chink Wanna sweat me Over my ID
And all I wanted Was some woods And a crisp white tee
Sayso
(Bitch)
These hoes don't like me They mad Cause the bag The only thing that excite me
If she get outta pocket Ima turn Mike Tyson
Fire a bitch like Trump Then go and hit me a dice game
Hit up Benihanas Cause I love fried rice mane
A box of teriyaki pinky up I need a picture frame
Yall steez Jackin Sayso, That shit is hella lame
(Yall steez jackin sayso that shit is hella lame)
Sayso
Born broke But imma die rich
And all I ever wanted Was some diamonds And a bi-bitch
Only thing i got Was gun shells And violence
Big boy toys Now a **** like to ride Benz
Escalade
Everything that i ride
Im behind tint, ‘Sayso you the president’
‘It so hard to find him’ Calls on my phone
Not money? Then im declining
Im firing bitches Cause I was tired of hearing whining
What time is it? It’s time to break a dime
Put my phone on silence Cause I was tired of wastin time
Codeine cups With the ice And lemon lime
Exclusive fit Never catch me Standin in line
Designer shit Muhfuckas you know my size
Look down bitch Cause if you dare look in my eyes
Ill take yo trap And chop you Like some french fries
I don't have whores as friends I'm not that kinda guy
Tell the truth on wax My **** why would I lie
And if you could do that too, give it a try
This ism in my bones is sum' I couldn't buy
She knew I was pimpin when she looked me in my eyes
Written by: Jesse Black
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