ngeeyl - bartel lyrics
[intro]
icey, i’m so sick of you
yl
f-ck that
[chorus]
concrete jungle, yeah, that’s where we live, n-gga
f-ckin’ round wit’ dem boys, they’ll split your wig, n-gga
playin’ p-ssy in the field will get you k!lled, n-gga
i been havin’ wars, n-gga
when i was a lil boy, i wouldn’t do it, i paid in full, n-gga
you a lame n-gga, to me you a dumbo, n-gga
pull up on you, n-gga, i’ll spray your whole hood, n-gga
you know that i’ll do it
[verse]
draco and it got kick just like jackie chan (dra-co)
my young n-gga pull up sprayin’ sh-t like pakistan (chop-per)
you lil n-ggas ain’t like that, got that 30 on me, n-gga, don’t try to play, man
n-ggas know how i’m f-ckin’ bomin’ in this b-tch (how ya bomin’?)
got a bad b-tch, i put d-ck all in her stomach
n-ggas know how i’m f-ckin’ rockin’ in this b-tch (double s mob)
got a chopper and it hit that n-gga like round kick
look at my godd-mn chain, vs1 thangs
and my f-ckin’ diamonds may hit you wit’ a jab
i got dirty money, dirty money, f-ck a bath
n-ggas out here lame, y’all some clowns, you make me laugh
legend in the trap whippin’, tryna perfect my craft
all these diamonds on me and they dance (mafioso)
bad b-tch, she want me to f-ck her friend (mob)
what how i be in that f-ckin’ chicken
double s, i’m shootin’ like a wizard
i’m in this mof-cker wit’ my n-gga wizard
got the chopper, it’ll leave your -ss cold
too much old money, them b-tches growin’ mold
p-ssy n-ggas out here f-ckin’ real soft
i’m still countin’ money from the f-ckin’ loft
ask me, n-gga, ask my momma now
i’m up in that b-tch, choppa it’ll wet you down
run up on me wrong, i’ll spray your -ss down
i’m up in that motherf-cker wit’ a boy named paul
tell ’em what i’m gon’ do wit’ all of these pounds
i’ma f-ckin’ dish ’em out, i’ma dish ’em out
i got all kind of mo’f-ckin’ clientele
i got all kind of plays, i’m sendin’ my pack in the mail
y’all little n-ggas might as well say i’m in cartel
y’all n-ggas might as well say double s, n-gga, we the bartel
[chorus]
concrete jungle, yeah, that’s where we live, n-gga
f-ckin’ round wit’ dem boys, they’ll split your wig, n-gga
playin’ p-ssy in the field will get you k!lled, n-gga
i been havin’ wars, n-gga
when i was a lil boy, i wouldn’t do it, i paid in full, n-gga
you a lame n-gga, to me you a dumbo, n-gga
pull up on you, n-gga, i’ll spray your whole hood, n-gga
you know that i’ll do it
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