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los angeles basedgod - lil b lyrics

[verse 1]
b-tch f-ck me, i’m rich now
came in the club, with the pistol
f-ckin where them b-tches know to get down
hey brah, you heard she strip now?
gangster in the room tote the big strap
i’m beefing in the club with the long gats
n-gga i ain’t eat like i’m supposed to
bruh hand that over, that’s pop culture
brand new car, with the chauffeur
this thug rap, this real rap, 4x tee with the long gats
b-tches on my d-ck, b-tch cause i run rap
askin if i’m really down, man, the funk about erything
i’ma tell you that’s my name it’s lil b
put your middle fingers up if you feeling me

(pre-chorus)
put your middle fingers up in the air
task force we don’t care
the people on the rear
we gonn have a party up in here

(chorus)
go dumb b-tch, go stupid, go dumb b-tch, go stupid
go dumb b-tch, go stupid, go dumb b-tch, go stupid
go dumb b-tch, go stupid, go dumb b-tch, go stupid
go dumb b-tch, go stupid, go dumb b-tch, go stupid
go dumb b-tch, go stupid, go dumb b-tch, go stupid

[verse 2]
i’m a real thug like 40, at the slauson mall buying errything
i’m a real n-gga so respect me
based god got b-tches on jet ski
beverly hills, what’s good
i got new b-tches in culver city
b-tch i think i’m p diddy
f-cking b-tches for 250
pink flame, yeah we gon’ turn up
yeah, pink flame, roll it up
hey man whodie, shouts out to the whole la
it’s your boy lil b, b-tch, pink flame

- lil b lyrics

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