Текст песни Bars - Lil Dicky
What
it
do
Was
22
up
in
the
room
Thinkin
bout
a
way
that
I
could
make
a
move
Make
a
boom
Debated
to
move
to
LA
To
make
it
in
movies
But
traded
the
pool
shade
and
gravitated
to
music
Now
I'm
spittin
the
hottest
shit
It
don't
matter
the
competition
Is
sadder
than
a
bladder
that
be
lackin
a
pot
to
piss
in
It's
actually
kinda
sicknin
The
rap
is
beyond
horrific
Admit
it
bruh,
waka
flaka
flame
is
somehow
respected?
The
game
has
gotta
change,
used
to
listen
to
jay
Up
on
the
train,
now
they
floodin
the
waves
with
2 chainz
I
feel
like
I
separate
with
ma
lines
like
2 lanes
It's
a
dark
knight
when
the
joker's
better
than
them
banes
Of
the
rap
game,
all
of
'em
rap
lame,
They
claimin
all
em
ballin,
well
then
all
of
em
sac
kings
At
least
they
in
the
league
tho
I
can't
even
cop
a
fuckin
peacoat
That's
why
I'm
aiming
outside
the
box,
like
it's
a
free
throw
The
weed
smoke
fuckin
the
air
up
Got
this
mothafucka
snackin
more
than
Miggy
Cabrera
Got
dis
mafucka
rappin
some
crack
and
yappin
about
it
on
his
cell
phone
Tell
holmes
this
is
the
track,
that
I
got
ma
swell
on
And
I
spit
that
shit
so
fast
sometimes
I
need
to
slow
it
down
All
these
bitches
up
in
the
crib,
it's
like
ma
home
a
pound
Tell
me
I
ain't
hold
it
down
Spittin
ridiculous,
ticklin
bitches
Up
into
they
britches,
and
rip
em
like
tickets
And
fastballs,
lookin
at
a
cutie
on
the
dance
flo
I
visualize
that
booty
wit
the
pants
off
Had
a
little
dance
off
And
I
ain't
had
no
shot
it
was
the
ass
fault
Cuz
shawty
body
arguably
hotter
than
august
asphault
They
claimin
they
great,
man
these
rappers
straight
lebroning
I'm
layin
in
wait,
to
smack
the
fuck
up
out
dat
spalding
I'm
hatin
every
song,
they
celebratin
poppin
dom
But
I
be
takin
shots
a
brandy
like
a
kobe
at
the
prom
pic
Bomb
shit,
yall
should
see
ma
muthafuckin
blonde
bitch
The
bombs
on
dat
body
shawty
just
gotta
be
Islamic
I
twist
and
I
turn
her
on
till
she
wet
like
she
a
faucet
No
rapper
give
you
more
a
set...
isn't
it
ironic?
Because
I'm
seein
these
labels
Pumpin
out
the
horseshit,
got
me
callin
em
stables
Pumpin
out
the
tours
quick,
but
they
ain't
makin
hits
Ain't
nobody
great
as
this
White
boy
killin
brothers
on
that
cane
and
abel
tipppp
Tri
tip
steak,
up
on
a
plate,
im
on
a
date
Wit
a
dime
bitch,
nibbling
cake
But
nevermind
that
Someone
tell
me
where
the
fuck
the
rhymes
at
I
was
bumpin
nas
in
his
prime
and
you
gonn
sign
that?
Oh
well,
guess
I'm
better
than
they'll
ever
be
I
could
do
it
serious
but
they
prefer
the
levity
I
ain't
really
hearin
nuffin
Say
I
ain't
the
man
I'm
layin
in
sand,
zero
spf
for
the
tan
But
now
I'm
back
in
this
muthafucka,
spit
hotta
than
a
flame
throw
Waitin
to
hear
em
call
on
ma
name
like
rap
a
game
show
Tell
me
this
is
lame,
Though
I
know
that
is
bogus
Gotta
focus
Be
the
dopest
Wit
the
most
set
of
quotes,
and
the
grossest
When
I
flow
sick,
and
the
hope
is
Notice
is
right
around
the
corner,
my
time
to
shine
Is
almost
aligned,
something
like
a
quarter
to
nine
If
I
could
have
a
quarter
for
the
metaphors
in
my
rhymes
I'd
only
have
a
couple
dollas
so
I'm
stickin
wit
dimes,
ya
know?
They
getting
off
like
a
train
stop
I'm
lookin
at
ma
dick
like
how
the
fuck
do
you
stay
rock
No
southern
carolina,
how
you
got
so
much
game
cock
Cuz
you
movin
that
vagina
in
the
dark
like
a
stage
prop
It's
all
good
I'm
making
this
the
outro
I
had
to
fuckin
spit,
this
is
what
I'm
about
bro
And
you
know
what
it
is,
holla
back
up
at
the
kid
Slim
Boner
So
damn
hard,
this
shit
is
over
1 Club Night
2 Too High
3 Sports
4 Beatin' on Ma
5 Sky Hooks
6 How Can I Become a Bawlaa
7 Famous Dude
8 Attached at the Hip
9 The Cypher
10 Staying In
11 White Dude
12 Jewish Flow
13 Ham
14 Grimy as a Gooch
15 Bars
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