Prse – Tabs Lyrics
Artist: Prse
Song: Tabs
T-This b#tch won’t answer
I put you up in the sky like a banner
No I am really not into that banter
But play with me I’ll get you— like a camera (Yeah)
Your b#tch a scammer
Selling her body online a free-lancer
p#ss# get popped like a maf#ckin’ Fanta–
(Yeah, uh) Big Glock .45
Pots whipping that stove
Said he got too many hoes lies
This b#tch already knows I-
Half a zip and i’ma go
Big #ss stick finna’ make him fold, yeah
b#tch I’m god
Ex b#tch wanna’ be me on god
I told her no and made that b#tch walk
After I hit she couldn’t even walk, yeah
I spend me a bag
I’m gonna’ blow it in Sak’s
Or I’m gonna’ blow out her back
If she bad I might pay for hеr tab
Why you tripping is you off a tab?
Put you on a shirt now everyone sad, yеah
Six feet in the dirt
I might be young but I put in the work
I got the green make that b#tch twerk
Pour up the lean, pints that we serve
She wanna’ f#ck I told her sure
But that b#tch was a sl#t, so I curved
Ha, he get hit—huh hit up
Risk but my wrists cut
We could get this b#tch rocked
Posted with that big stuff
He gon’ get his sh#t jumped
Aye, like he gon’ get his sh#t tucked
Like get me that #ss myself
Huh, ain’t pay no price
He talking crazy my n#gg#s gon’ slide
I got a popper on me by my side
Hang with the opposition you gon’ die
n#gg# a b#tch he get sprinkled like rice
My n#gg#s jugging finnesing the pints
They be like “Jaydes I got a new question
How you a trap n#gg# but you-”
Where’s your b#tch at?
n#gg# talk, get clapped
p#ss# think he big bad
Like we gon’ kick his sh#t back
Racks he ain’t get that
p#ss# n#gg#s staying out
n#gg#s know i’m f#cking him
I don’t need no name tag
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Prse Lyrics – Tabs
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Release Year: 2011