Текст песне
Bars Up To My Neck

sound. March in the angels for a graceless fall. Cracking foundation of a tortured soul. Up to my neck, outta my head. Up to my neck and out of my head

shit from front to back To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my

we could just make a sex tape Plus I think yo face cute when its a HD Maybe I could tape you and you could tape me When I pull my h2 up to your h3 You

love Come down (Come Down) [Verse 1] ha hah Come on down Bob barker bars Back up in the spot Like when you park a car I heard she good I like chocolate bars

can't get it up On my neck, on my wrist Everything is blitted up Drinkin' bottles of that Clique till I spit it up Only gettin' one life so u gotta live it up

is up, dark liquor, plastic cup Sour diesel, hoodie on, gun out like "What the fuck?" Porsche Turbo, Yankee blue, Derek Jeter of his crew Rose, feet up, deuce deuce in my

m ready to squeeze Fuck it, I ain't backing down or backing up I got that bomb shit - you get blowin up When my razor touch ya head, neck and face

re not trying to front girl come here I get up early in the morning work late at night So when you talk about me, you say it right I get my pimp on whatever

a monday? fuck knows! may aswell be a sunday. run away when i take off 6 val's whoops... straight lose six hours. im back in effect, got shanked in my neck