Bas – Fried Rice Lyrics

Fried Rice Lyrics By Bas (feat. JID)

Decisions I be making when I get impaired
Jamo and the ginger beer I’m gettin there
Money in my pocket barely fit in there
But I fell in love with how it sit in there
Old b!tches miss me a hole in her soul
But I’m over it tho, had to block me a number

This from the latest collection my boy
You can copy the wave when I drop it this summer
Fiends, got the city up under the wing
Like it’s fried rice
I done died twice
I got 9 lives
That mean 7 to spare
Vision blurry
But the hindsight
Always 20/20
I see heaven and hell
Yeah, just to bust up a sale
Yeah, tell ’em come and get me
f*ck the non-violence when the 9 flyin hear the lullabyin make her sing like Adele
Heavy on me like a pelle
Singing off key, get ’em off me
We on all streets for the money n!gga* hit up Wall Street
Have them boys ringing the bell
Aint no Libra but my scale ready if this rap sh!t ever fail get me hot
My borough taught me how to run the block
Confidence is quiet I don’t talk alot
I call my mama and I call the shots
I don’t call these b!tches, they just talk a lot
Cop a couple toys so we could make a play
Now the driveway like a parkin’ lot
Beware the dogs what the sign say, I did it my way, did it my way

Decisions I be making when I get impaired
Jamo and the ginger beer I’m gettin there
Money in my pocket barely fit in there
But I fell in love with how it sit in there
Old b!tches miss me, a hole in her soul
But I’m over it tho, had to block me a number

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Block block
Uh block

You got the gas but it’s not like mine
She gotta ass but she not that fine
Don’t make a n!gga laugh
I need da cash and the bag in advance before I grab a mic and a stand
Don’t make a n!gga, mad spazz the f*ck out all bad I’m all Madden
I’m on a go-route now but I do all patterns
I’m wit’ ya ho right now and she’s a tall glass
I’ma can fulla whup yo ass
Lil 40 in da book and bag
I put a bullet in yo looking ass
Aw baby, what is you doing?
Looking asking for something you can work yo ass off
For my n!gga grab it, go after it
I’m passionate, damaging
My anatomy don’t get mad at me
If I pass out while I’m rambling I’m an animal an anomaly
Mary Mary Marijuana
It’s the God in me, gotta be
A better way just to get away
Taking them back street roads
A couple days maybe give or take baby I’m gone get home
When I’m in the zone I’m in, I’m ignoring y’all phone call again the phone off the dome talk
Ya phone blocked block ya on switch off the long lost lil n!gga getting how he live, how up

Decisions I be making when I get impaired
Jamo and the ginger beer I’m gettin there
Money in my pocket barely fit in there
But I fell in love with how it sit in there
Old b!tches miss, me a hole in her soul
But I’m over it tho, had to block me a number

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This from the latest collection my boy
You can copy the wave when I drop it this summer
Fiends, got the city up under the wing
Like it’s fried rice (Like it’s fried rice)
Like it’s fried rice (Like it’s fried rice)
Boy, you can copy the wave when I drop it this summer
Fiends, got the city up under the wing
Like it’s fried rice (Like it’s fried rice)
Like it’s fried rice (Like it’s fried rice)