BAR FIGHT MUSIC

Sometimes you gotta dang the long ling
And sometimes you gotta dang the ling lang
Yoo-hoo
Move, move
Move, move

Everybody pussy, not a real man
I can put a hole in a motherfucker with a steal can
Ain't nobody fucking with niggas that wanna feel bad
Kill yourself
Ch-choppa go all the wheels at
Kill yourself
Tell me when he want some
The type of shit that makes a nigga wanna pop some
Huh, uh, huh, uh
You are nothing but a, pause (Uh)
Why these niggas hit me up for shit they want done
Tell 'em Darkie got some
Tell 'em Darkie do that, do that, screw that, screw that
Why he pull food at, who that, who that, who that?
Tired of the fake love
Take yourself out motherfucker, you can do that, do that, do that, do that
Bar fight music like Tarantino
I'ma kill Bill with the tip of my blade
I'ma take you out of the body to jump on the man
Why you fucking like that if you don't want to fade?
We can have a fistfight
We can talk bout that shit, you better hit right
Fuck a nigga. I'ma fold him like a bitch tight
I need another belt buckle and a piss light
We can have a fistfight, we can have a fistfight

Hahahaha, you ready? Move
Bar fight music for the good of the masses
And the bar fight music for the good of the masses
And the bar fight music for the good of the masses
And the bar fight music for the good of the masses
Get that motherfucker
Move

Drank too much alcohol
All up in my system
All I let this motherfucker taste some of addiction
Yeah, run away cause nothings in my little mind
Fly away, from everything inside

Ow
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
That's what I like to see
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Ow
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yeah get it all
Yeah get it all
This gin has me feeling like