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jonathan blaze - open bar كلمات الأغنية

(chorus)
i’m the bartender, this a bar- mitzvah/
get your bars rendered, this is bar center/
get cap’d and gowned when i send a round/
you won’t hear a f-cking sound
first shot and they miss me, second shot can’t hit me/
third shot and they feeling tipsy,and head shots if they mixy

i’m the bartender, this a bar- mitzvah/
get your bars rendered, this is bar center/
get cap’d and gowned when i send a round/
you won’t hear a f-cking sound
first shot and they miss me, second shot can’t hit me/
third shot and they feeling tipsy,and head shots if they mixy

(verse 1)
i ain’t flipping a stack in the back of the mack/
i’m back on my rap with a open hand smack/
k!lling these cats, first let em lean/
syrup this and promethazine
where them bars at?!
i’m taking shots, tell em fall back get ripped apart!
no similes i see the symmetry can’t compare to my symphony/
you a had-ish like tiffany!?! but you a whack mc, like te-kas-shi,,
king of bars with a queen of hearts/
and that’s off head, from the start
f-ck a offset, they inbred chainsaw out the tool-shed/
no regret no restart no reset, no recess verdicts in!/
and your sentencing
death
no martyr this my magna-carter hip-hop is my alma-mater/
no petting zoo but i got the llamas, now that’s gangster drama, grillz comma/
invert that, lil uzi vert rap,..
i don’t really care! for your rhymes this mumble sh-t is a waste of time/
how, did, you ever sign? want to put em all in a f-cking line
then do my best rakim rendition,..
then multiply!/
by 3 and go 21 savage on mc’s
cl!ck bam till i’m empty reload unload in a frenzy/
all these b-tches look like frenchy
but i tell em like riz, sloppy seconds never been my thing/
now slit your wrist, drop top when the glock go pop pop/
bust a nut on your thot after top top/
let my flow go chop chop
swag it, bag it, motherf-cking f-ggots
i’m the baddest !

(second verse)

with beer goggles like obie, i still wouldn’t let cardi blow me/
rolling o.g dispose of old beef playing styles p while i’m backing out/
exstendos and these b-tches know what i’m packing now/
but these p-ssies don’t want to f-ck around, where’s all that talk ya was yapping about!/
khabib on the mic got em tapping out, but you gotta pay your tab i’m taxing now/
shots shots shots like paxson now, better hold your liquor no p-ssing out/
call the pastor now, i’m blacking out/
let that cat drown, i’m a lone wolf with a lit fuse/
and i refuse to dumb it down/
n-gga how that sound, i’m underground like organic/
call for panic
pray, for, the wicked, light em, up like a wiccan/
this my ticket, i’m a punch it!
andre drummond!
i’m on my bull like matador this a free pour/
i might over pour, you’re on ice, like coolers/
you’re on sight for the shooter, no mirage/
151, out the jar, who wanna spar?! last call/
single barrel straight shot
it’s on the house no chaser/
put that wage on paper/
you ain’t going far, you can’t p-ss the bar!
you ain’t going far, you can’t p-ss the barr!
(chorus)
i’m the bartender, this a bar- mitzvah/
get your bars rendered, this is bar center/
get cap’d and gowned when i send a round/
you won’t hear a f-cking sound
first shot and they miss me, second shot can’t hit me/
third shot and they feeling tipsy,and head shots if they mixy

- jonathan blaze

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