jesus - big baller b lyrics
[spoken word intro]
ayy man, they- they ain’t believe me man
but you know, i’m feeling pretty good
in fact, let’s say, i feel pretty great
i kinda feel like…
[chorus]
i got 22 b-tches, call me jesus
i got so many riches, feel like jesus
all these girls on my lap, screaming please us
i need hoes, all they need is like a jesus
i got 22 b-tches, call me jesus
i got so many riches, feel like jesus
all these girls on my lap, screaming please us
i need hoes, all they need is like a jesus
[verse 1]
i got 72 virgins on my mobile
added five hundred racks to my totals
looking at me like i’m jesus, yeah they hopeful
i be spreadin’ all the peace, yeah i’m woeful
i pull up in the club in a mercedes
when i leave, i have a car full of ladies
full of whites, blacks, asians, and israelis
divided all up in my boat like the navy
better stay the f-ck out of my way
i steal your girl then i leave you on the highway
if she wanna sleep over, she cannot stay
11:30 is the time i need to pray
[chorus]
i got 22 b-tches, call me jesus
i got so many riches, feel like jesus
all these girls on my lap, screaming please us
i need hoes, all they need is like a jesus
i got 22 b-tches, call me jesus
i got so many riches, feel like jesus
all these girls on my lap, screaming please us
i need hoes, all they need is like a jesus
[verse 2]
smoking on some sh-t that isn’t holy
you be sayin’ that you jesus, you a phony
people lining up, just to get to know me
got her bending over like a piece of macaroni
you should read between the lines, no bible
take it up with my 9 and my rifle
when you hatin’ on a prophet and make it stifle
you should be a little more enlightful
yeah they calling me jesus
emphasis on the g
cause i run the whole game
like we play monopoly
if i see you on my turf
i will make you pay a fee
when she saying “daddy jesus”, know she talk about me
better not be dissin’, better show me that respect
if they asking those questions, know what to expect
don’t make me send my boys, had to keep you in
check, don’t leave me with the red cross hanging from your neck
pull up in an all black coop, feel like jesus
raised from the dirt, kept my roots call me tree-sus
allergic to these germs and you’re cruel til’ i’m blue and the chapel at you, call it sneez-us
[chorus]
i got 22 b-tches, call me jesus
i got so many riches, feel like jesus
all these girls on my lap, screaming please us
i need hoes, all they need is like a jesus
i got 22 b-tches, call me jesus
i got so many riches, feel like jesus
all these girls on my lap, screaming please us
i need hoes, all they need is like a jesus
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