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mr. bars - big dese lyrics

[verse one]

yea man, you know i had to have one track just straight bars man
yea, what up man? bis on the boards, big dese man
let’s go, i told em, listen, yo, lookit
i said get it through ya head, you never gone touch me, best in the country, i’m incredible dummy
and if i go and land this left on the money, you gonna be f*cked up like you had too many edible gummies
the pro shoota, big dese the old schoola, lift up ya hoes fuba, then i go do her
i’m no loser, i’m over competitive, the dope is her roderick, going over their head wit it
i already told your ass no one can mess wit it, you’re the definition of what old and pathetic is
i’d call you a has*been but you were never nothing, that’s why you not that close to me like a second cousin
look, i been rhyming great since like ninety*eight, and you steve harvey, now we can all see your lines were fake
but shut up, when i’m rappin’ words, a dude nicer than me? i haven’t heard
and you know why i climaxed ya bird? because the d*ck so big it go down my leg like a sciatic nerve
ya mom’s sister, i long d*ck her, plus i’m wit ya mom so that’s two birds like john ritter
i was over your house, had all your mom’s dinner, when you came home you had to fast like yom kippur
forget young delph, watch the don kick ya, that’s dolph ziggler, no filter like trump on twitter
i quit drinking this month, can’t wait to start again, just like that i’m gonna take you to the bars again
i seen ya man walking down the street in a cardigan, i broke his ankles dawg, i james harden him
i give you that little wayne carter feelin’, you don’t think my bars appealin’, you hard of hearin’

[chorus]

it’s big dese dawg, you can call me mr. bars
i go over they head, they miss the bars
if i ever retire, they gone miss the bars
and you a little b*tch, i call you mrs. bars
it’s big dese dawg, you can call me mr. bars
i go over they head, they miss the bars
if i ever retire, they gone miss the bars
and you a little b*tch, i call you mrs. bars
[verse two]

yo, i don’t like nothing you said, f*ck it you dead
every bar hard, like the sock right under ya bed
i gotta buzz like a beekeeper, your d weaker
i dribble up on you, then i greek freak ya
watch dese beat ya, in you, i’m not a believer
cuz you ain’t got enough sauce like greek pizza
you talk about it but we go in it, you ain’t got no bread, ketogenic
my own guy, see i’m not a replica, you say your girl a dime dawg? i wouldn’t mess wit her
heard around town that her v*g*n* is messier, plus she got arms like chyna the wrestler
act like you hard, you probably got a tickle spot, just like ya sister got except hers is in her box
dawg you ain’t had a single drop since sir mix*a*lot
your bars, we don’t get em no more like chicken pox
you say you moving bricks a lot, what good is that when i hit ya head wit a cinder block
i ain’t happy till i got a bigger yacht than diddy got, you say you making moves, you ain’t doing diddly squat
last time you did a squat, ya zipper popped, ya lard ass wit jordan, you only got a pippen shot
it’s big dese i told ya man, i’m the best thing since yoga pants

[chorus]

- big dese lyrics

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