Jakk Frost - BQE Barz lyrics

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I was raising around drugs and guns for my great part

Black super heroes to my hood by ain’t cut

Biggest is to dug you when they still speed dummies

For west feel they wanna still that will steal money

Yea, I’m for the same seven year DJ mess

And now I speak on these verses for DJ skills

And now for all of my options, according these less

But I won’t fick it six hundred for the former I hass

I turn former their hass to 18 haunters

But nigga bitches in my kitchen my accountant

I turn this eighteen in the forty-six on oughta

Most strippers must feel when they palma feel when they turn up

Yea, I’m FD boy, FD boy

The shrits come on air all pray like I’m lonely moin

Things call me scabby when they wanna get bang up, ah

If nigga’s catch a drama then I’ll pulling my team up

BQE Barz with the hackers, what the bean jump

Hannibal acting like there is a problem to see up

My life’s so fulfill, my soul need to be quont up

Trap all the sounds and we’ll stepping my dean up

The drug ain’t feel when the soul crack either be

I’m praying all my past of the catches are all back on me

The tracks are bigger, but either my guns though

And that’s my best advertisement whenever my finds low

So I go loading next drug nigga

And the next drug nigga put a bullet on the brain

And I ain’t stop, just a little mood that I’m praying for keeps

Put of twin and before seasons

Paying for sweep, just for a peace of mind

‘Cause all the jury on the bitches that will keep you blind

So flack floes on this level of this worse slipping

And won’t fuck around, get your door kicked in

By nigga like me, right on the road looking for fingers like me

With niggas like me, with double axe and triggers like me

The fire and pin retire, you man and RIP

To all love your soldiers, the fool feed my family

Got me when I’m gonna walking on the morning like soldiers

And I will pop mollies, but I do pop shinies

And that level bought to see through all in your body

And nowadays everybody wanna be gotty

I’d rather be like Malcolm, hue or air trap

Brand, this new sell nigga me hate racks

When they say I’m fucking frogs I fall I ain’t back

They should have told me to my surely forty-eight back

And if you got a veston, they will brack bags

Ain’t they brack bones just for the em pack

This bear game nigga you separated just chin traps

Yea, I couldget smell in, but this mean for me

I ain’t got air and breath for moment

Is that what you scares?

I mean, I’m a single brave by you

If you want me in air I no more be

This sound is back to me like I like it so more

BQE , this is Jakk Frost, the bear gang general

Bear gain, quick bain.