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[Verse 1: B.A.R.S. Murre] It's kind of nutty, what I do for money Snatch your hubby, suffocate him in ? puddy Living lovely, or maybe lovely living Stalking up the stage, bout to [?] The mic's missing until they put me on I'm from the part of Jersey where we like to sit and charm Outside of Philly, where I made a millie Where you come [?] niggas slap silly Mr. Murre, or some call me B.A.R.S The kind of guy that copped every color car Except silver, smooth like a [?] Got the 501 [?], get your pills up It's in my jeans, the clock cream Coming [?] on a Lexus or Mercedes Beams I prefer the wagon, and my jeans saggin' B.A.R.S. Murre, the modern day James [?] [Hook: B.A.R.S. Murre] Y'all ain't [?] like this Go from station wagon, get to coopin' like this (like this) Y'all ain't popping like this Buy a plain watch and get it rocking like this (like this) Y'all ain't bumping like this All up in the club, [?] thugging like this (like this) Y'all ain't slapping like this Find the thickest chick and get to macking like this (like this) [Verse 2: Dirt Nasty] You can't do it like this While you at work, I jerk on your wife's tits Got your bedroom smelling like my dick Bounce out your house, high five your kids It's Hollywood, player Out here in LA, we say "regalia" My shit fishy like a sailor Fucking hoes in the Himalaya Smuggle drugs in rehab Slap box Dr. Drew if you need that Oxycontin , eat that Baby dick, beat that Bitch, talk some shit I slap that barbeque sauce off your lips I'm nothing like a blood or a crip I'm a blip who be off a acid trip [Hook: B.A.R.S. Murre]