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2 Chainz - Bars Lyrics

Bars Song Lyrics Bars by 2 Chainz [2 Chainz:]
Yeah
Yeah, gotta be comin' hard on them Havoc beats, you feel me?

My bae said I'll look [?] the man on the side
'Fore we hit the driveway, got my hand on her thighs
Touchin' the sky, I could skateboard in the cloud
Put 'em on some much loud that they won't make sound
This that body walk nonchalant, don't make sense
Like a nigga with dreads tryna own his own barber shop
Heart not hard to stop, take a new whip then karate chop
Turn the f**kin' top to a halter top
Concrete jungle, I'll f**k Jane though
Industry, a bunch of niggas swing on the same rope
Sit in the same room, f**k on the same ho
We on different planes if we is in the same boat
Captivate 'em and creative
Potato hit, turn 'em into mashed potatoes
My town is greater, downtown Decatur
With the pen [?] waitress
Niggas might as well smoke a pound of hatred
Take a shot of jealousy and use a clown to chase it
Heard some niggas try to say that my style is basic
Total sit back with the style to chase it
Ran up in they crib like my stylist Jason
Mask on, black card, minds is racist
Met a girl named Victory, I can taste it
I got a bigger crib 'cause I replaced it

Uh, got a disease called bars
Bars, yeah
Got a disease called bars
Bars, ah
I get in
Ah, I get in
I get in
Ah, I get in

[Lil Wayne:]
Uh, that's the flow, I have to though, I'm natural and practical
Infatuated with the dope, frenetical, banana clip
You're apple though, I got more tools than Apple Store
You're screwed up and out them tunes, is that you though? We ran some notes
And we gon' need some answers though, answer more
[?] family come suddenly, become a canceled show, that's standard though
I have your cousin be the one to cut your throat, my standards low
I'm from New Orleans, you eat [?] know
You match and go and catch it slow, whatever go and that you know
Got more text than Apple Store, I have more sex than Scorpios
And I don't text to call them hoes, restaurant 'em all them hoes
I slap with foreign hoes that only heard Tha Carter IV
It's all for sure, it's all a [?]
I'm sorry for the hoes that get portrayed as sorry hoes
I'm sorry, hoes, but that's just how the story goes
Who are these hoes? Who bought these hoes?
I thought these hoes was foreign so my dog proposed, Lord
These cars explode, this heart explode, it's brought to [?], Lord
[?] the stove, Lord
She washed the clothes, she [?], she on her toes, Lord
He lost control, forgot the b**ch was on the pole, Lord
And oh, Lord, I bought some b**ches from the road home
Told her, "Watch over them b**ches like a f**kin' drone"
And hold on, I'm so gone, I'm in my more zone
Cough syrup til' my cough gone, Tunechi, b**ch

[2 Chainz:]
Uh, got a disease called bars
Bars, yeah
Got a disease called bars
Bars, ah
I get in
Ah, I get in
I get in
Ah, I get in

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