| You know I finna fuck your bitch
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| And then you wonder why she was leaving you
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| You’re mad because she was sucking my dick
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| I really waterfront 700
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| She’s riding 'round town on my dick
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| Cause all these young bitches is sucking me
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| I’m young Based god on a bitch
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| I’m staying based for ever man
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| (Intro: Lil B)
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| Man, y’all don’t want no autotune, nigga
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| Y’all only need one verse
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| I’m killng it
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| (Verse 1: Lil B)
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| I’m riding 'round town like Armstrong. |
| Ain’t long
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| I rep for Btown You writing fables like Aesop
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| Niggas like me, I come equipped with the AR
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| And leave 'em on the ground and I ain’t talking 'bout the Par-ar
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| Medics. |
| Off-brand niggas couldn’t guess it
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| You get it? |
| Guess it
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| I hate asking questions
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| Speaking on the mic, I swear to God it’s a blessing
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| I’m the freestyle king, and it’s not Little Flipper
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| Your bitch come around. |
| I be pulling down my zipper
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| She be like «AOW!»
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| I be like «AOW!»
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| I look like God
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| Call me Based god
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| I’m like Jay-Z, but I’m spitting straight bars
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| «AOW!»
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| I been have enough Minaj
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| Both blue eyes for the pretty rapp-ar
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| Damn, Lil B! |
| You be living in the stars
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| Gas on deck like it came from the car
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| (Hook) |