ฟังเพลงNo Bars (Explicit)

No Bars (Explicit) - City Girls/JT

Lyrics by：Jatavia Johnson/Michael Kofi Bonsu/Raphael Oliveira

Composed by：Jatavia Johnson/Michael Kofi Bonsu/Raphael Oliveira

Produced by：Brizzy on da Beat/Noc

I got Brizzy on the beat he go crazy

What up Noc

What you workin' with

Yeah what you workin' with

Uh what you workin' with

Show a real ***** what you workin' with

Pay for this p***y nigga

Yeah

Get yo' bands up

Oh you ain't trickin' nigga I'ma hit yo' mans up

The ****

Cold a*s cocky ***** fur in the summertime

Brr

He gon' keep the bills paid 'cause he know a ***** fine

******* always in my business JT what you really do

What

I be at home playin' fetch by a swimmin' pool

Bing

I'm a real big dog ***** you a scrappy-doo

Doin' all that wifey **** knowin' he don't **** with you

Poster girl p***y in yo' nigga dreams

I'ma hold a semi bust whoever in between

Bop

Gangster ***** JT Medellín

Haven't heard from the opps yeah they ain't said a thing

Shh

I'll be damned nigga you know who I am nigga

Huh

Long way from crackin' cars and pullin' scams nigga

Yeah

******* on my d**k pretty like a transgender

Ow

Sit this p***y on his chin in a chinchilla

Fifty flows up can't hop out my coupe unless I lift the doors up

Ayy

Told my nigga twin turbo V8 the motor

Skrrt

Self esteem drop every time I show up

Yeah wrist doin' eighty in a thirty-five

Ice ayy

Shut Marni down for some furry slides

Sloppy

Look him in his eyes and tell him dirty lies

Huh

Cop me Chanel nigga thirty times

The price on this Kelly say I'm hella paid

Yeah

Crocodile Birkin from the Everglades

Yeah

And I ain't gotta do a ************* thing

I ain't gotta do a ************* thing *****

Period

Told y'all h*es I don't work jobs

I am a ************* job

******* always in my ************* business

Worried about what the **** I got goin' on ho

It's City Girl ****

Ho

Even when you think it ain't City Girl ****

I'm a City Girl *****

Second verse to you hatin' a*s h*es

Tired a*s

Who get mad every time I strike a pose

Damn

I'm Rick'd down from my head to my toes

Yep

Hood ***** dressed like a weirdo

Huh

Run away now I'm steppin' in some runway

***** you can't **** with my on yo' birthday

Never

Free my real ******* Corrlink and J-Pay

Free my *******

You gon' be home **** what the judge say

I'm low-key ******* **** with my anxiety

I'm prayed up and I'm waitin' on my rivalry

I'm the hype nah y'all ain't gotta hype me

I'm that ***** give a **** who don't like me

It's grind time no flossin'

Let's get it

Pulled out the truck and put the Porsche in

These ******* tired they exhausted

Tired a*s h*es

Got ******* tannin' for this dark skin

***** I'm really from the trenches

Where it's shots I ain't talkin' 'bout syringes

Bop bop bow

Yeah I'm really from them trenches

Pretty a*s lips make these ******* cop syringes mwah

No bars