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szahasnoctrl - no barz lyrics

[intro]
what you working with?
what you working with?
what you working with?
what you working? (uhuh, let’s get it)

[verse 1]
back again hopping on this beat, b+tch i’m bad as f+ck
one of the best up in the game, can’t lie now hoe, keep it a buck
b+tches tryna check me, i look at my phone and laugh like “what?”
promoting under cancer tweets, b+tch i did that and don’t give a f+ck
b+tches stay try clocking me like “papi this” and “papi that”
copying my flow but got no bars, now b+tch you copy that
i can’t stand no p+ssies, b+tch get in a blender p+ssy cat
don’t ever f+cking try me, set the record straight and set it flat
number one song, only in your dreams
to the botched reject battalion, and whoever in between
been that b+tch, even when i was flopping
how the f+ck you so off+key hoe on an ola when you sing?
i’ll be danmed n+gga, do dm hoe, write me a letter
so organic, need no paid promo or ghost writer
everywhere successful khias, should call me a trendsetter
am not a woman, got no kids, but i’m for sure mother
ready, load up! i’m bussing pile of shots, i’m finna light this hoe up
i won’t step down off my pedestal n+gga ’til i’m done
got lot of mouth you one flow hoe, i’m on my fourth one, yeah
went against the best, now time to penelize
wearing out my chains when i witness your demise
brand that trophy emoji b+tch i’ve been the prize
y’all can never take me down, tell me when y’all will realize
you’re an understudy b+tch, my name’ll forever reign
it don’t matter if you don’t know me, b+tch you’ve heard my name
i still got a lot to say, y’all groupies suck off fame
i got all y’all hoes real mad, and i ain’t say no names, b+tch
[interlude]
(period)
said i’m hitless?
no it’s just that my songs hit more, y’all b+tches hit less
talking sh+t but i don’t see your songs on the hit list?
just caught a body, scratch a name off of my hit list (hoe)
got these hoes so mad, these chickens can’t even write, oh man these hoes really bad
all that effort to push that song, god it must be so sad
y’all f+gs missing a father figure, good thing i’m here, i’m not your dad

{verse 2]
second verse, for you flopping ass hoes
who gets pressed everytime i send promo
peaked number seven, and i did it all solo
stable ass song, what you know ’bout that lil hoe?
fatass cow? hoe you tanked like sub oceangate
blue check keeping my streams in check, f+ck is stanairplay?
tryna come for me for flopping? hoe you so late
call me a flop, hoe i’ll rep that sh+t everyday
done being laid back and calm, time to let the devil rise
slaughtering these khias, opened wounds you hoes thought that would hide
buying blue on three accounts to chart, are you out of your mind?
i buss shots, hoe don’t duck if you do not apply
it’s grind time, no time wasting
track week’s soon over, got your points in?
pay the pension hoe, get to costing (get to costing cuz)
got b+tches whining for this ink pen
[outro]
y’all b+tches warming up the benches, failed the lesson hoe you might need a suspension (bop bop bow)
yeah, y’all really warming up the benches, karma got my back, how are you dealing with that suspension?
mwah, no barz

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