Tones and I - Bars (RIP T) lyrics

[Intro] Bars, bars, fire, fire Tell your girl I won't retire [Chorus] I got bars, bars, fu*kin' cars Aeroplanes, deep massage Bars, bars, fire, fire Tell your girl I won't retire Woo Here I am Flyin' down the street like Superman And I won't do it, but my best friend can I won't do it, but my best friend can [Verse 1] We got them blue jeans, got them at Costco She hates that blue cheese, but loves Tabasco But everybody knows that I'm your boss, yo But everybody knows that I'm the boss, though You know I'm gonna write the words, I'm gonna play the strings And don't forget, I still fu*kin' sing Even on the street, I was a fu*kin' king Even on the street, I was a fu*kin' king [Chorus] I got bars, bars, fu*kin' cars Aeroplanes, deep massage Bars, bars, fire, fire Tell your girl I won't retire [Verse 2] Woo-hoo Tokyo, drifting down the street in my sleek Volvo Winding down my window, I let everybody know That I bought this car with my papa's dough Yeah, my best friend, don't need a wine glass They love the goon sack, up here it's all class But everybody knows that they can shake their ass But everybody knows that they can shake their ass [Chorus] I got bars, bars, fu*kin' cars Aeroplanes, deep massage Bars, bars, fire, fire Tell your girl I won't retire [Verse 3] I've got a feeling I'll be fine Left it all behind In the house up in the hill that I once called mine Left the keys in the van from '69 To the motherfu*king madhouse (King T vibes) I got b*tches b*tches b*tches And I got [Chorus] I got bars, bars, fu*kin' cars Aeroplanes, deep massage Bars, bars, fire, fire Tell your girl I won't retire Woo Here I am Flyin' down the street like Superman And I won't do it, but my best friend can I won't do it, but my best friend can [Outro] RIP to the BOG Footy MVP Yeah, the big King T We'll miss you so much We love you, T