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lirik lagu art sh!t (remix) – jarrin mcdowell

[chorus: jarrin mcdowell]
i make these, n*ggas bark b*tch
i got these n*ggas on a leash, i make ’em bark b*tch
i*i*if a n*gga want smoke, tell ’em bring a kart b*tch
christmas tree, you the base
and i’m the star b*tch, i be on my art sh*t

[verse 1: 6arelyhuman]
ba*ba*bark, no rottweiler
b*tch, i’m so skinny, that’s word to mariah
move them chicken lips, and the f*ggots gon’ fire
did what i did, to build my empire
yеah, i need some medicine, spittin hot i got a soar throat
f*ck a tour bus, making wavеs on my tour boat
is it hot in here? or is that just me?
yeah, i’m into iphones like ijustine
wet wipe, d*mn these b*tches crusty
need a clear coat, before you think about touching me
g*g*get ’em real mad, yeah they tryna start fights
[bridge: 6arelyhuman]
jarrin makes ’em bark, ’cause we know they won’t bite
ten weggies in they ass, up tight
crack the lens, you betta have a flash light
and i catch angles, yes three sixty
gotta cash app, ’cause these b*tches need to tip me

[verse 2: sleezyanti]
yo, jarrin mcdowell, can i buy a vowel?
i’m balling on b*tches, i need me a towel
i beat on these rappers like they was a counter
if he don’t got money, he don’t get encounters
it’s sad that a b*tch like me had to come in the rap game
crack sh*t up, no back pain (eh)
been that n*gga since crack came
put a x in a n*gga flag now, his gang got an accent
mona
lisa
america’s gothic
she’s not a journalist, but i’m her topic
watch this
got a couple n*ggas on my block list
got a n*gga living in austin
hey, ross lynch
look
spit a lil’ verse get a rap girl shook
only pop out, if i get booked
if i fish, then he’s my hook
i’ll make him woof! woof!
[verse 3: keyzilla]
toxic, i’ma bad b*tch
slim waist, with a fat d*ck
with some fat lips, you can kiss on
and i make ’em melt like some plastic
n*gga wanna hit that
i’m like “nah, n*gga, getcha l!ck back”
wanna sleep in it, oh you want jet lag?
wanna watch the body like a leap pad
do you peep that?
mess with the best, you’ll go down with the rest
i don’t f*ck with no bug, i don’t f*ck with no pest
yeah my body is art, and your body a mess
and you n*ggas look tired, go take you a rest flex
wanna cum on my chest, better bring out the racks
if ypu wanna dip in it, better bring out the chips
eyes grow real wide, when i whip out my d*ck, b*tch
oh my god
oh my god
oh my god
bang, keyzilla
bad little b*tch, want me to p*ss in her mouth, if you got cake
i don’t care b*tch, eat her out
i am the star
and you n*ggas is the pass around, do you see now?
[pre*chorus: jarrin mcdowell]
b*tch i never miss
and n*ggas p*ssed that i got good aim
i should be rockin straights jacket
’cause my flows is insane
we can go toe, to toe
i’ll leave you n*ggas in spain, thats without the “s” of course
b*tch, i’m fly like airports

[chorus: jarrin mcdowell]
i make these, n*ggas bark b*tch
i got these n*ggas on a leash, i make ’em bark b*tch
if a n*gga want smoke, tell ’em bring a kart b*tch
christmas tree, you the base
and i’m the star b*tch, i be on my art sh*t

- jarrin mcdowell

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