Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bars Of Soap, artist - Mike WiLL Made It. Date of issue: 23.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bars Of Soap |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy (Ransom) |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy (Ransom) |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy |
| I’m a running man |
| Sandals slippin' off my feet, on the sand |
| Countin' up the bills with my dominant hand, yo yo |
| Took twos on, take this appreciate it |
| This too? |
| Why tear up the rim shop? |
| Haha |
| Mike WiLL Made-It |
| I’m goin' postal, loco, coast to coast like La Nostra |
| My G.I. |
| Joe present, I’ve yet to see a cobra |
| So off my rocker got me sippin' club soda |
| Some bombs never go off, some stars never blow up |
| I’m pitchin' and never in a dug out |
| Reachin' in my pants and I can’t take a head count |
| Flash back '03, things was lookin' run down |
| Now I set foot in the place, it’s a luau |
| Killin' shit like ten counts, y’all know how we get down |
| House with the fence around, y’all know that we in route |
| Transition from the Impala to the Fisker |
| I should charge admission for that girl to get the dessert |
| Left the doors up, now the Lambo' has pigtails |
| Since you gettin' comfy, I’ma let you sit there |
| I’ma let you stay there, when I shed a tear |
| They didn’t have no care, so I’ma charge retail |
| I brought some kush 'cause you say you want set sail |
| If you love sick in the room, you best get well |
| Every dog has its day, what the hell? |
| No tuck tail |
| Swae Lee went to magazine, double X-L |
| Floss with your Gucci on, bloods dipped in goo |
| Colors burst on the cars and the jewels |
| I’m a wanted man |
| Seats lookin' like they got a spray tan |
| When I was without, not a helpin' hand |
| I got some women that throw it back and make me drop the cans |
| I told Ben Frank' just to drop a pin |
| I collect my fit goal to the highest bid |
| Yes, I might drop in, it all depends |
| Junior high, I was dreamin' of a Mach 10 |
| I’m comin' clean though, I mean not a speck |
| My girl be servin' looks, I could kiss the chef |
| Katana sword poppin' out my, walkin' cane |
| I’m overseas, my Cali bae like, «How was Spain?» |
| We gettin' to the money and you niggas havin' issues |
| I bought a fuckin' piece and it came with a wet suit |
| The Buddha left me without breath, I really am a mess |
| I’m moochin' off my mother-lovin' self |
| She be hopin' that I take a knee like Kaepernick, yes |
| I be open to that «SremmLife"shit (SremmLife!) |
| This is how we live, this is how we exist |
| Hoes love the kicks and we love the hits |
| All in the house and I’m home-wreckin' |
| If I sleep with his wife, I’m a home-wrecker |
| I’m in my own world, throw the money up and make my own weather |
| Mami playin' with my balls like tether, on my leather |
| Money talk, it’s a lecture |
| 80 pointers dance on me, it’s electric |
| Niggas gon' hate, I’m still unaffected |
| Chip on my shoulder, I move undetected |
| She said pop the question, the question got deflected |
| Man them men my boy, that’s my motherfuckin' brethren |
| Let’s cut to the chase |
| It’s only on the house when we in the place |
| My Houston lava boys got it up in some flames |
| Stirrin' up the cup with my wrist, souffle |
| Shaka Zulu chains with my name engraved |
| I told you all in «Swang», don’t say my name in vain |
| We bring it to your door like (*doorbell*) «You rang?!» |
| Spendin' all the money then we watch it boomerang |
| With the fendi belt, angry face like Pootie Tang |
| Put some gold on my fingers, neck and shoestrings |
| «Long time, no see,"that's what they say when they see me mane |
| I been goin' crazy, just to stay sane |
| Hey, your girl went missin', who’s to blame? |
| Young whipper snapper with the Range |
| Pause, then I went deranged |
| Call that hottie on my station |
| Long week, but a great day |
| Someone got my blowin' tree like Sage |
| On me you should get erased |
| On me, yeah, you can hate |