Bars II - D-Moss: Şarkı Sözleri, Müzik Videoları ve Konserler

Bars II

1

Hip-Hop/Rap

Bars II adlı parça albümünün bir parçası olarak Dope Music South Music Group tarafından 7 Eylül 2018 tarihinde yayınlandıBars II - Single

Şarkı Bilgileri

AlbümBars II - Single

Çıkış Tarihi7 Eylül 2018

FirmaDope Music South Music Group

LanguageEnglish

Melodiklik

Akustiklik

Valence

Dans Edilebilirlik

Enerji

BPM84

GENEL BAKIŞ

ŞARKI SÖZLERI

Krediler

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

D-Moss

Songwriter

Şarkı sözleri

Middle finger to the paparazzi

Cuz I be with the stick just like I'm Sydney Crosby

No breaks so how you thinkin you could stop me

I shoulda sold my soul to illuminatti

Mossburg in the back seat

Have these bitches running like a ma’ fuckin track meat

Still bringing that Dope Music to crack feins

Y'all just doing to much relaxing

I figured out I wanna die up in the Dirty South

From a 80 round drum spraying in my mouth

Use to be dealer now I play the cards I'm dealt

While I'm swimming in the purple feelin like Michael Phelps

My vocal rythem blow a cardioid

I used to dream about rings and the Lombardi boy

Eat beats and rappers cuz ima an omnivore

And if they want beef I get ta bustin like it's intercourse

Who wanna die from these bars I spit

Who wanna die from these bars I spit

Who wanna die from these bars I spit

Who wanna die from these bars I spit

Yo moss don't they know you spit a chronicle

I don't know my effect be sticking like it's dominos

Uh you see they pussy like a Calico

In the vaginal i go radical obliteratin the camel toe

Lyrics cut you open like a cantaloupe

Just me and myself Like godsmack I stand alone

She just working in the field she a gold digger

Dudes be in they feelins cause the nickel plated chrome bigger

Watch my daddy struggle with the alchahole

Then I watched my brother struggle with the adderal

Then I watched my momma hustle like there's no tomorrow

On the beat I just kick it like I'm Steven Segal

I'm just a nappy headed white boy

The trailer park made me spit venom n’ white noise

So only real mother fuckers hear it

You not lost up in my lyrics you just lost up in my spirit

Who wanna die from these bars I spit

Who wanna die from these bars I spit

Who wanna die from these bars I spit

Who wanna die from these bars I spit

Bought my first crib when I was 23

On this mic I'm dropping bombs like the Middle East

My flo be flexin like some neoprene

Off my recollection turn ya section to a murder scene

I see talking that shit my dude stop it

Cut these dick off like my name Loraina Bobbett

I'm Andre the giant you a hobbit

Pull ya head off lay ya spine on the carpet

D-Moss in all white they call me cotto

Shoot the k squattin kinda like I'm Ben Ladin

My homies repping colors they head like rodman

Now you vibin’ This how I get ya head noddin’

In the L wit cannon like a dreadknott

One time for homies chillin fed locked

Me n’ bars we are one like we wed locked

My flo slick like when oil cover the Deadlock

Frequently I'm a beast mc

From the east NC where the swamp grows green

So Subsequently mentally loosing my decency

I spit a frequency to make a blind man see

Ill L blow the horn no Cornucopia

Recognize my talent or you must be smoking the opium

Tuff as nails like I come from Ethiopia,

Bust ya yoke with the lyrics that might be stoking ya

Written by: D-Moss

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