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bshr – 4 piece lyrics

[chorus](bshr)
i’m ridin’ round town playin opi (opi)
stay talkin’ that sh+t, get a four piece (pow, pow, pow, pow)
i know ya’ hoe stay cryin’ for me (know that she want me)
put her mouth on my d+ck, call it o.d. (need the gawk+gawk)

[verse](bshr)
f+ckin’ his b+tch, and i know that n+gga really mad (b+tch n+gga)
i got the power, one word, like i’m billy bat (shazam!)
we got the za, and you know you ain’t hittin’ that (pressure, yessir)
something like gucci, ’cause you know i gotta gеt the bag (gotta get the cash)

boy you down bad, you ain’t takin’ sh+t from mе (from me)
spent ya’ last check, it’s a waste, know you hungry (boy you down bad)
you on a decline, call that boy gumby (down bad)
cannot f+ck her, ’cause her ass too lumpy (uuuh)

catch me in h+town, chillin with bun+b (r.i.p. pimp c)
gimme the top hoe, keep on ya’ undies (need the gawk+gawk)
we on the top floor, party with fun freaks (she sayin’ she love me)
you should just stop bro, she do not f+ck geeks
live in the studio, drop every couple weeks
racks in pockets and you know i’m finna double these (two, four)
nasty b+tch sloppy and you know she got double d’s (ooh, whoa)
ion’ f+ck with gnats+gnats, all my hoes bumble bees

pull up in that foreign skyline (yeeeooom)
see a bad b+tch in my eyeline (bring that ass here)
throw yo mixtape in the trash, you know yo b+tch gon’ go and buy mine (what the f+ck is you doin’ you ain’t even on my level n+gga)

she gon’ sip me up like white wine (need the gawk+gawk)
try to diss, quit wastin’ my time (bro just stop it)
knew you was gon lose so why wine
ice on shine, don’t need a highlight (johnny dang)

[verse](c rich)
c rich on this hoe, i’m comin’ real slow
hop on the beat, you know how it go
don’t f+ck with the opps, ya’ boy lay low
my diamonds is ice, you that they glow
i’m takin’ his b+tch, i’m takin hoe
ain’t stayin’ the night, just show me the door
i progress on the beat i’m feelin’ like flow
i’m the king of this sh+t, ’cause i say so

me and my n+gga, you already know
feelin’ real nice lemme switch up the flow…

i’m not one dimensional, lemme show what i got
that girl for the team, man that girl is a thot
talkin’ h+lla sh+t, man lemme go get the glock

stopped in his tracks like a godd+mn blood clot
n+gga say we boxin’ then i turned around and shot
now he on a t+shirt don’t know what he thought
do them n+ggas beef with us? no they do not

[chorus](verse)
i’m ridin’ round town playin opi (opi)
stay talkin’ that sh+t, get a four piece (pow, pow, pow, pow)
i know ya’ hoe stay cryin’ for me (know that she want me)
put her mouth on my d+ck, call it o.d. (need the gawk+gawk)

stay down for homie ’cause i know that he got me (i know that he got me)
headed to the top, ain’t sh+t finna stop me (n+gga who gon’ stop me)
p+ssy gon fold, that boy origami (he a b+tch)
i’m leadin’ the pack, all you n+ggas behind me (all you n+ggas behind me)
[verse](bshr)
lemme show what i got, i’mma rockstar
pull up in a rolls on yo block, you in a box car
know i’m finna throw a couple shots, lemme see that wockhardt
no i do not love, hoe i block hearts
playin’ with the gang, that’s not smart

spittin’ these flames these not sparks
yo’ boy was talkin’ that sh+t, chop him up, call it lost parts
real n+gga sh+t so scarce, done turned to a lost art

we know you ain’t rich, boy you wash cars
steady gettin’ yo drip off poshmark
i left the scene, and it got dark
that boy try to run so i shot far

- bshr lyrics

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