Yeah yeah K o's from that F L
Down south where everything we do is X L
Now I get up on the mic and I excel
Murkin other rappers when honestly I meant well
Leave a card saying ill be back when you get well
And next time the grim reapers finna ring your death bell
If you think you're in my class then you're about to get expelled
I'll get up in your face like we talkin on a Nextel
Chiefin in the northwest reppin for that B C
So underground that you'll prolly never see me
I used to be the kid rappin ridin around a GT
Now I'm in the booth rappin in a beanie
Hoes wanna f*ck me and haters wanna be me
Chicks rubbin on my lamp like they want a geanie
A couple crazy thots, and they both in bikinis
It ain't a beat down when I say they double teamed me
Bass hits, guitar riffs, and large spliffs
Find Ko lit up at the bar bitch
Round here we chase our hard shit, with hard shit
Slam some whiskey then spit a raw 40 bars bitch
Game like genesis, resident evil nemesis
I beat the pussy up till its limpin off the premises
Smokin on some cannabis, stoned like an amethyst
Don't mean to brag but I'm the f*ckin man at this
Smokin like a dead ford, bumpin like my headboard
I'm the man to call if you got something to export
In a ford escort, headed to the airport
Four keys stuffed ina mother f*ckin bread board
Bass hits, guitar riffs, and large spliffs
Find Ko lit up at the bar bitch
Round here we chase our hard shit, with hard shit
Slam some whiskey then spit a raw 40 bars bitch
Verse three, and you haters can't hurt me
Spit shit so sick it give your ass herpes
So come and try to work me, come and try to stop me
You gunna need some back up gunna need your posse
Better bring a mossie, better bring a Mossberg
And all I really need is a mic so I can toss words
I get to spitting off the dome and your crews laid flat
I told you motherf*ckers that clancy don't play that
So get back, get back, or get broken
Cuz I'm droppin other rappers and no I'm not jokin
I heard your last tape and I had to press stop
Local Coca Cola rapper cuz your really just pop
Rapping about your trouble and how you're in the street
Bitch your full of bubbles and hella f*cking sweet
So bitch don't try me cuz I'm way to grimy
At the bar spitting bars is where you'll f*ckin find me
Bass hits, guitar riffs, and large spliffs
Find Ko lit up at the bar bitch
Round here we chase our hard shit, with hard shit
Slam some whiskey then spit a raw 40 bars bitch
K.O. Clancy - 40 at the Bar Lyrics
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Yeah yeah K o's from that F L
Down south where everything we do is X L
Now I get up on the mic and I excel
Murkin other rappers when honestly I meant well
Leave a card saying ill be back when you get well
And next time the grim reapers finna ring your death bell
If you think you're in my class then you're about to get expelled
I'll get up in your face like we talkin on a Nextel
Chiefin in the northwest reppin for that B C
So underground that you'll prolly never see me
I used to be the kid rappin ridin around a GT
Now I'm in the booth rappin in a beanie
Hoes wanna f*ck me and haters wanna be me
Chicks rubbin on my lamp like they want a geanie
A couple crazy thots, and they both in bikinis
It ain't a beat down when I say they double teamed me
Bass hits, guitar riffs, and large spliffs
Find Ko lit up at the bar bitch
Round here we chase our hard shit, with hard shit
Slam some whiskey then spit a raw 40 bars bitch
Game like genesis, resident evil nemesis
I beat the pussy up till its limpin off the premises
Smokin on some cannabis, stoned like an amethyst
Don't mean to brag but I'm the f*ckin man at this
Smokin like a dead ford, bumpin like my headboard
I'm the man to call if you got something to export
In a ford escort, headed to the airport
Four keys stuffed ina mother f*ckin bread board
Bass hits, guitar riffs, and large spliffs
Find Ko lit up at the bar bitch
Round here we chase our hard shit, with hard shit
Slam some whiskey then spit a raw 40 bars bitch
Verse three, and you haters can't hurt me
Spit shit so sick it give your ass herpes
So come and try to work me, come and try to stop me
You gunna need some back up gunna need your posse
Better bring a mossie, better bring a Mossberg
And all I really need is a mic so I can toss words
I get to spitting off the dome and your crews laid flat
I told you motherf*ckers that clancy don't play that
So get back, get back, or get broken
Cuz I'm droppin other rappers and no I'm not jokin
I heard your last tape and I had to press stop
Local Coca Cola rapper cuz your really just pop
Rapping about your trouble and how you're in the street
Bitch your full of bubbles and hella f*cking sweet
So bitch don't try me cuz I'm way to grimy
At the bar spitting bars is where you'll f*ckin find me
Bass hits, guitar riffs, and large spliffs
Find Ko lit up at the bar bitch
Round here we chase our hard shit, with hard shit
Slam some whiskey then spit a raw 40 bars bitch
Down south where everything we do is X L
Now I get up on the mic and I excel
Murkin other rappers when honestly I meant well
Leave a card saying ill be back when you get well
And next time the grim reapers finna ring your death bell
If you think you're in my class then you're about to get expelled
I'll get up in your face like we talkin on a Nextel
Chiefin in the northwest reppin for that B C
So underground that you'll prolly never see me
I used to be the kid rappin ridin around a GT
Now I'm in the booth rappin in a beanie
Hoes wanna f*ck me and haters wanna be me
Chicks rubbin on my lamp like they want a geanie
A couple crazy thots, and they both in bikinis
It ain't a beat down when I say they double teamed me
Bass hits, guitar riffs, and large spliffs
Find Ko lit up at the bar bitch
Round here we chase our hard shit, with hard shit
Slam some whiskey then spit a raw 40 bars bitch
Game like genesis, resident evil nemesis
I beat the pussy up till its limpin off the premises
Smokin on some cannabis, stoned like an amethyst
Don't mean to brag but I'm the f*ckin man at this
Smokin like a dead ford, bumpin like my headboard
I'm the man to call if you got something to export
In a ford escort, headed to the airport
Four keys stuffed ina mother f*ckin bread board
Bass hits, guitar riffs, and large spliffs
Find Ko lit up at the bar bitch
Round here we chase our hard shit, with hard shit
Slam some whiskey then spit a raw 40 bars bitch
Verse three, and you haters can't hurt me
Spit shit so sick it give your ass herpes
So come and try to work me, come and try to stop me
You gunna need some back up gunna need your posse
Better bring a mossie, better bring a Mossberg
And all I really need is a mic so I can toss words
I get to spitting off the dome and your crews laid flat
I told you motherf*ckers that clancy don't play that
So get back, get back, or get broken
Cuz I'm droppin other rappers and no I'm not jokin
I heard your last tape and I had to press stop
Local Coca Cola rapper cuz your really just pop
Rapping about your trouble and how you're in the street
Bitch your full of bubbles and hella f*cking sweet
So bitch don't try me cuz I'm way to grimy
At the bar spitting bars is where you'll f*ckin find me
Bass hits, guitar riffs, and large spliffs
Find Ko lit up at the bar bitch
Round here we chase our hard shit, with hard shit
Slam some whiskey then spit a raw 40 bars bitch
Writer: Baron Neilson
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