BARS ON MARS (Freestyle) lyrics

by

Fat Joe


[Intro]
Yup
Ay yo i'm gonna' freestyle
Mother I think I got something
Yo let me think yo
[Verse]
Y'all n*ggas be fruity like cantaloupes
Like an doc a n*gga got an antidote
Your b*tch kitty smelling like fish
So I nickname that b*tch, and I call
The hoe "Artichoke", I'm still in the
Field like a farmer doe, come off the
Top like a garden gnome, n*ggas want
Gas, I'm an leave em em at a quick trip
And just to be nice, I gave em dollar
For some Lays chips, looking at an
n*gga, he doing everything I say
Onomatopoeia, n*gga chopper go
Bang bang, I got the di*ks on me
I'm an make sure each of them sh*ts
Pop, like they virgins up in an gang bang
Do this like nothing, diamonds yellow
Like a custard, I'm on a ride in this b*tch
Feel like Mordecai and Rigby up in a golf cart
Like n*gga, don't care if I ball hard
I know I'm fire like Charizard, I gotta
b*tch, she tired of Hennessy, so I boosted
Her stamina with a bottle of Wockhardt
I don't f*ck with designer, break up
With a b*tch, I'm an find a pus*y that's finer
n*ggas out here pus*y, I got the eye of a tiger
I shape shift like Decepticon, I'm an weird
n*gga f*ck an soccer mom, I don't speak to
Broke n*ggas, like I got in Airpods, yuh!

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