| Yesss
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| It’s your boy Lil B
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| This nigga riding clean, tinted windows on the scraper
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| Fuck you, pay me is what I tell the
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| You ain’t got your mind right if it’s pussy over paper
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| Paper over pussy cause chick I’m the mayor
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| The man of the hour, Lil B came to blaze 'em
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| Like the Trailblazers I balled and I phase 'em
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| Vans on my feet so they know that I’m a baller
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| Cash for the verses and pussy just to call her
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| Yesss, and they know that I’m the best
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| Brraang thang all across the chest
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| It’s Berkeley on mind, California til I rest
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| And I gotta make a mil, stash it off in the chest
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| Fuck you, pay me is what I tell the rest
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| It’s the Pack til the death, young bitch I’m fresh
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| Lil B for Lil Boss put the game on ice
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| Monday night football and I don’t see those lights
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| It’s my game
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| You know check me out baby
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| You know what I mean
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| I can make you feel how you never felt
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| But I didn’t mean to say that
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| It’s just… come fuck with me
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| You know everything I’m about to say
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| You know what I mean
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| You so sick, let me be your doctor
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| Your man just screaming and I can be the opera
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| Whatever I want, cash ain’t a option
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| You see what I’m doing and you see why I’m popping
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| Get it real good, even friends with your partners
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| Your momma love me too and she said I’m like dollars
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| Take cash in delivery
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| But I don’t trick off, giving shit wasn’t into me
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| See girl I’m not your enemy
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| Just tryna get into you
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| Shit I’m long like a centipede
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| I’m like a dream in reality
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| A nigga so real but a nigga so chill
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| So sit back while we cruise in the backseat
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| Pipe game real have 'em running like a track meet
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| Dripping like a faucet, think her name was Ashley
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| she always gotta tell me
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| Yeah, you know I got you baby
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| You know, you know my name’s B
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| No not B nigga, Lil B
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| Lil Boss you know what I mean
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| Yeah check me out like always
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| Like we all good
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| Alright baby |