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Justin Stone

Lotta Bars

 

Lotta Bars

(álbum: Midwest Pop Star - 2023)


Yeah
Looks like you lost another one
Yeah

Relevance, too many I'm better than
Sitting pretty at the top
Penthouse, smoking piff a lot, aye
They be feining for the plays I get
I see a hundred K off, throw a wage
It's not a game but in the league
Shit, the trends'll follow me
Of course I knew that this would happen, it's apparent
Play me down in Sarasota out to Paris
We ain't famous but they fear us
Heard your latest, be embarrassed
Yeah, I make 'em mad, all act like Karens
Never like my posts, see my story
You a hater in disguise, uh
Like an E-list celebrity I flew to LA for the day for the better weed, uh
Smoking, smoking till I got no ego
Hit diplomas, gone and then I gotta reload
Am I underrated, disrespected? Both
Peep attendance at the shows, will I hit? Nobody knows

Marriott, I'm blowing smoke up in the air, I do not care
You cannot stop me anyway
If she boujee then I pass, TBT, throwback Thursday up for grabs
Yeah, that bitch be up for grabs
Stay a hundred like emojis
They just hit me when they lonely
I stayed lonely, started growing, that's a fact
You think I write these songs, you mad
I still got my pen and pad, it's filled with hits you'll never have, aye
Independent, there's no label in my ear
Calabasas, never pass it
I drop songs back up here
The money makes me handsomer, I glow up every year, bitch
I don't even answer her
Like what you think these bands are for?
25 songs at 7 digits, check the stats, get offended, bitch I'm back
Chip up on my shoulder
Hot boxing the whip, it's on the dash, aye
I'm not new to this, it's ludicrous
Hits I made, it's easy, now I brew them quick
Emo boy to hit the charts, I do this shit
I do, I do, I do this shit
Yeah, I do this shit

Lotta bars, lotta bars, lotta bars, yeah
Lotta bars, lotta bars, lotta bars, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Lotta bars, lotta bars, lotta bars, yeah
Aye, yeah
Lotta bars, lotta bars, lotta bars, yeah, yeah

feito

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