Artist: Tink
Album:  Bars (S)
Song:   Bars
Typed by: AZ Lyrics

Chase I think I just minus well go in on these bitches
Yo, cause when I think about it
Who really fuckin' with me chase?
I don't know either
Tink Ghee, let's get it

I said sippin' on dark and chief'n on reefer
Pussy ass niggas I call them [?]
Call me retarded, I been going stupid
I'm spittin' so hard, I stutter like [?]
Commas and commas I take to the bank
Your nigga face down like he's ready to play
I'm ready for war
These bitches want more
My pockets so deep that they feel like a pore
And feel like a boss cause I'm gaining
And I'm always going in like it's raining
Peep-game like I'm looking through a keyhole
And fuck niggas gone change like a [?]
But that's good cause I'm still getting paid
Whip so clean, coulda' came with a maid
Came with my crew
But I left with a dude
Then I came in his mouth
Like [?]
Bars in a go, where your bars at?
I know your background just like a car fax
You're a rookie to me, I'm a fuckin' bully
And I pull more strings like a loose hoodie
It's easy
You know that I'm a dog, You pass me that beat, I'm a catch it like a frisbee
And I got 16s
But ain't none of them sweet
I could never be a star on disney
Fuck that
Put me on a bus pass
Ain't nobody taking my seat
I generate heat
I don't do A C
And I make more hits then Muhammad Ali
Come crown me
And I'm always up in a booth in a lab cause I know a couple of bitches wanna' down me
But chu' never get that
Gotta hit her in the back
It'll be a fool if you ever come around me
Easy