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lirik lagu bar for bar – kinta

[verse 1]
you wanna go bar for bar i’ll drop 50 right now like i’m 2pac shakur (ok)
and rip a whole town apart like i’m kendrick lamar (ok)
but don’t start cause that trash rapping won’t get far
you’re not up to par with me
me and my n-gg-s walk in for free
but i don’t like to go out it’s all bullsh-t to me
you and yo people need to stop all that rapping cause you can’t touch my heat on the lowest degree (you can’t)
click clack get back y’all n-gg-s trash (they trash)
i wish these rappers had a better rhyme stash
because it’s all the same sh-t no matter who i’m scrolling past
p-ssy money weed you need to get better
rapping about the same sh-t, you’re not a trendsetter
but between all you n-gg-s against me it’s whatever (yah)
can’t go toe to toe with something that you can’t touch
which is why i don’t argue when y’all speak on such and such (i don’t)
you get so baffled like a n-gg- speaking dutch
but i’m building bars quickly b-tch you better duck
always rapping bout some dumb sh-t all you n-gg-s suck
but it doesn’t really matter cause i’m running up a buck (ayy)
[verse 2]
you wanna go bar for bar i don’t think you want that (you don’t)
i’ll smoke you like a cigar you’re just a f-cking rugrat
i guess the name fits perfect for you baby -ss n-gg-s
is you really in the bag? ole maybe -ss n-gg-s
rocking all the fake belts, fugazi -ss n-gg-s
get yo punk -ss a job, you lazy -ss n-gg-s
with fake j’s i didn’t know jordan did gymnastics (you tripping)
he’s doing a full split b-tch have you gone bat sh-t
you swear those ain’t fake i didn’t know you were a half wit
to then spit b-m sh-t into your mic stand (why?)
you probably shouldn’t rap while you’re high off the contraband
oh sh-t, looks like ken’s speaking facts again
i’m not like y’all and i can put that on my moms head
if i lied like y’all then god forbid my mom would be dead
n-gg-s lie on they moms just to try and get bread
b-m n-gg-s get pushed over on they deathbed
[verse 3]
you can’t go bar for bar with a n-gg- like me
let alone get far when you’re just a wannabe (yah)
i mean i wanna get far but people just can’t see (see what?)
i’m down to sell my bars just to feed my family
rappers get big off of being f-cking trash
but when i voice my opinion lil n-gg-s wanna clash
you’re mad cause you’re impressed by everything that you see
i would normally digress but that sounds like the old me
i bet it’s hard to digest words from the bold me
which is why you get wishy washy tryna scold me
f-ck y’all, i’ll speak my mind until one you k!lls me
you can’t handle the truth i’m giving you chills
talking sh-t on the mic forever giving me thrills
wiping up people’s tears it’s a whole lotta spills (it is)
swimming in it like a shark but i have no gills
tr-mm-ng the b-tch n-gg-s acting like girls in they feels (bye)
skim through b-tches who be tripping they don’t have sk!lls (they don’t)
acting boujee always thinking that they live in the hills(but they don’t)
but the b-m ho’s always living by the landfills
and i’m everyone’s fear like i’m overdue bills
(you can’t go bar for bar with kinta)

- kinta

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