Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bars , by - CFSong from the album Ascension, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 01.09.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Viper
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bars , by - CFSong from the album Ascension, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопBars |
| My rebel army, we some camouflage troopers |
| Workin' in the back—we like the Fraggle Rock Doozers |
| Destroy and rebuild and kill Babylon’s future |
| Real would never get us—we a paradox to ya |
| And son, I’m gonna scout from Seattle to |
| Leave ‘em with red heads and call ‘em Carrot Top Juniors |
| Marriott cougars in the telly with the next chick |
| Indebted, X quick just like that Farrakhan rumor |
| Y’all basura, we some sanitation workers |
| Not rocking Charles Dutton; |
| this ain’t an act—I will murk ya |
| Computer thug—never have ta wave a burner |
| But see a red dot and they mistake you for a cursor |
| If it’s beef, I’mma have ta take it further |
| Son, I overkill it—I assassinate a burger |
| Rise of the apes—not in silly costumes |
| Return of Caesar’s reign—it's a gorilla on zoom |
| I do it for the hood, the stars, and everyone in between |
| When it’s time to spark, (we keep gunnin') |
| Yeah, they talking ‘bout the jewels, the cars, and all of the smoke and mirrors |
| What about the bars? |
| (So stop frontin') |
| It’s been a long road so far, goin' against the laws |
| But we taking ours. |
| (The fam tell ‘em) |
| Kill and live for the love of the game with the dough, keep the fame |
| Homie, it’s. |
| Billionaire rebellion |
| Yo, my killa shine—y'all just shadow puppets |
| Flippin' they wig like Gabby Giffords or Gabby Douglas |
| You Gabba Gabba! |
| rappers—I'mma have to camel clutch ‘em |
| These old pussies, I’mma prehistoric-mammal fuck ‘em |
| You never see me in a phantom stuntin' |
| Just a Toyota truck with cannons mounted on the back and ammo buckin' |
| Gaddafi killers in my clan—son, we bang for nothin' |
| Assatassassins in my gang—yo, we stand for somethin' |
| These ragamuffins with flak jackets and ratchets tucked in |
| The Rambo thugs bring heat—not a standing oven |
| My flow’s a flammable substance—I spit fire |
| Leave my foes froze like Pompeii’s volcanic eruptions |
| Y’all poonani—I leave your vaginal cavity gushin' |
| It’s Jumanji way my animals rushing family functions |
| So we scheme hard—y'all will never get together |
| My team beyond the scene—we gon' wreck this thing forever |
| I do it for the hood, the stars, and everyone in between |
| When it’s time to spark, (we keep gunnin') |
| Yeah, they talking ‘bout the jewels, the cars, and all of the smoke and mirrors |
| What about the bars? |
| (So stop frontin') |
| It’s been a long road so far, goin' against the laws |
| But we taking ours. |
| (The fam tell ‘em) |
| Kill and live for the love of the game with the dough, keep the fame |
| Homie, it’s. |
| Billionaire rebellion |
| Out of many, I’m the one—like the meaning of «e pluribus unum» |
| Be the nigga nice, so you better recruit him or shoot him |
| I ain’t talking shiest or just wise—all my guys’ll salute ‘em |
| I’ll locate stashes and loot ‘em. |
| The cats pursue them in voodoo |
| They tryna mute ‘em, just use ‘em as target practice—we gunnin' |
| Put the game on with ratchets, «Who want it?» |
| Sendin' ‘em from the Empire to London |
| Deadly as the hard weapon, the city and villages runnin' |
| Too hungry to be the hunted, a threat if you living lavish |
| Depth of UFO’s at the Baltic Sea—y'all average |
| Go hard, so measure my worth in karats |
| Taught to be on point like hookers in the bars with needle habits |
| You don’t want no static like gas station attendants |
| Trappin' in every sentence—haul ammo to assailants |
| Guerilla warfare, we in the trenches |
| Spitting like double-gauge twelves ‘til they defenseless |
| I do it for the hood, the stars, and everyone in between |
| When it’s time to spark, (we keep gunnin') |
| Yeah, they talking ‘bout the jewels, the cars, and all of the smoke and mirrors |
| What about the bars? |
| (So stop frontin') |
| It’s been a long road so far, goin' against the laws |
| But we taking ours. |
| (The fam tell ‘em) |
| Kill and live for the love of the game with the dough, keep the fame |
| Homie, it’s. |
| Billionaire rebellion |
| Name | Year |
|---|---|
| Young Lord ft. Kelly Finnigan, Wyme, CF feat. Wyme, Kelly Finnigan | 2014 |
| Young Lord ft. CF, Constant Flow, Kelly Finnigan | 2014 |