Ghostface k**ah - Barbershop lyrics

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Ghostface k**ah - Barbershop lyrics

Hey yo man, what's the deal fam (yo yo) Yo stay on top of that n***a when you getting your cut G That n***a just f**ing zeked me (damn son) Look what he did to my motherf**ing sh** (check this sh** out) Got me looking all out of order (damn!) (Yo cut my sh** right n***a) Hey yo son what up man what's good what's good What's popping with y'all n***as though and sh** How the f** this n***a skimp me and sh** like The f** like I don't spend no bread in here and sh** (Got that money, I got that money n***a) I give that n***a f**ing Swiss Rolls, Jags, minks I give that n***a sh** for his f**ing grill man (true, true indeed) The f** man? Like I don't f**ing spend money in this b**h n***a what the f** man? (for real for real) Yo what up man, how you want it cut? {sh** what up Starks?} (Just give it to me how you been doing it) {Yeah yeah yo} {Yo I just got that brand new 40 Cal son} (Know mean? Do no bullsh**, and don't f** me up this time neither) {I gotta open it right now son} (Hey yo fam keep it cool, you know we got them thing things up in here man) Yeah my n***a, buy you a Foreman Grill Straght up, you like to eat right? f**in with n***as heads and all that sh** Y'knahmean you got n***as going to different barbers 'n sh** n***a be throwin you forty beans, fifty beans and And then can't get not one free cut out your lil' monkey a** right? Alright [Ghostface] Didn't I tell you don't touch the sides? I'm going bald on top! You lucky you cool, I'ma let it ride Slide, you played me so you can't get paid How you goin' f** up a don and cold dog his fade? I look like UTFO one of them dudes from back in the days The Educator Clapper is housing your coke and the spray Barbershop n***az, always wind up f**ing around One minute you hot, next minute you not Remind me of the New York Knicks with they jumpshots Ox, whack as hell, my ratchet spell f** up again you'll have a funny smell All Reneece is doing straight nails Putting in bangs for b**hes Hundred dollar weaves, some different strains of horsehair Yo Tone put the gun away, the cops is here (I want everybody down! I wanna see ID, and I don't wanna nobody saying nothing) (I put one of you moolies back, I'm telling you right now) (I will shoot any one of you guys, I'm telling you) (Don't hit the exit) [man running and breathing hard]