Like This

[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]