Pre Dolla - Open Bars Lyrics

Nothing but bars, nothing but bars
Nothing but bars, nothing but bars
Nothing but bars, nothing but bars
Nothing but bars, nothing but bars
Nothing but bars, bars, bars, bars, bars, bars, bars
Nothing but bars, bars, bars, bars, bars, bars, bars
Nothing but bars, nothing but bars
Nothing but bars, nothing but bars
Nothing but bars, nothing but bars
Nothing but bars, nothing but bars
Nothing but bars, bars, bars, bars, bars, bars, bars
Nothing but bars, bars, bars, bars, bars, bars, bars
Underground king like Bun B
Punchlines knock out front teeth
New jewels on me, don't touch please
Big and Pac could use some company
My armrest is filled with dutchies
Keep that bud with me Al Bundy
Midnight Dan Ryan all my ice on
You would swear it still was sunny
Got some money, now these sluts all on my Johnson like I'm Bumpy
Taking chances cross the country
Making bands I feel like Puffy
Cute lil' dancer with no tummy
Blowin' my line up, saying she love me
Doin' damage, phone line jammin'
Miss one call, I'm actin' funny
Right
Sippin' on some bubbly
Got my feet up feelin' comfy
Keep that heat right by my undies
No you can't take nothing from me
Boy my wordplay sick, disgusting
Got that crack like I be hustling
All my verses look like pictures of
Chicago downtown Rush Street
Nothing but bars, nothing but bars
Nothing but bars, nothing but bars
Nothing but bars, nothing but bars
Nothing but bars, nothing but bars
Nothing but bars, bars, bars, bars, bars, bars, bars
Nothing but bars, bars, bars, bars, bars, bars, bars
Nothing but bars, nothing but bars
Nothing but bars, nothing but bars
Nothing but bars, nothing but bars
Nothing but bars, nothing but bars
Nothing but bars, bars, bars, bars, bars, bars, bars
Nothing but bars, bars, bars, bars, bars, bars, bars
You can tell I'm fly just by my lingo
Kick game on Ray Finkle
I bogard these niggas egos
Handle bars just like I'm Debo
Way my niggas run these numbers cross the board
It feel like Bingo
Neck on frio, riding dirty
Bet them Forgiatos clean though
Look
DDK the team hoe, Skumbagg I bet she know
Been a Chi$taz since Kadro went threw them
Deuces on that Regal
That's when we had sour diesel
Wait
Free my nigga Kilo
Keep that tool on me Home Depot
No snitching, respect the G-Code
Fly to M-I-A with Lito
Kill the scene like Tarantino
Shawty said her man be rapping too
That's cool, but he ain't me though
Girl my wordplay deadly, lethal
Got that crack, that New Jack Nino
All my verses look like pictures of
Las Vegas round Flamingo
Nothing but bars, nothing but bars
Nothing but bars, nothing but bars
Nothing but bars, nothing but bars
Nothing but bars, nothing but bars
Nothing but bars, bars, bars, bars, bars, bars, bars
Nothing but bars, bars, bars, bars, bars, bars, bars
Nothing but bars, nothing but bars
Nothing but bars, nothing but bars
Nothing but bars, nothing but bars
Nothing but bars, nothing but bars
Nothing but bars, bars, bars, bars, bars, bars, bars
Nothing but bars, bars, bars, bars, bars, bars, bars