Lil B

(álbum: 05 Fuck Em - 2013)

Bitch mob, bitch, what it do
I make ya bitch fuck me
Real street nigga, so I prolly wouldn't trust me
Stay with the Glock with the nine or the musket
I'm the Based God, so your bitch wanna fuck me
Bad coke deal, so we call this shit husky
Looking for a Lassie
Infrared dotted shotgun looking classy
Red dots on the boy, like a game
Shoutout to bitch stone, I'm a make Twitter
I got dope and stones, I got business stones
Pretty rich, rockstar I'm Rolling Stones
I got rows of stones
I'm rolling holmes
Pop something so quick that'll close your dome
Pop something so quick that'll expose your dome
Come out, fuck this bitch, and raid your home
This is my time, I'm a fucking shine
Niggas out west with the vicious grind
Fuck the boss, nigga, the bitch is mine
Won't break her back, the bitch is mine
Watch your bitch, fine
The bitch won't survive
I'm a fucking, like 'em wet and sliding, you feel me?
Credit card and slide 'em
Don't make me pull out the receipts if I'm lying
I need a Mexicana Latina mami
I need a gangster bitch with a body
You feel me, that likes to start the party
Pop a couple pills and I see you in the morning

Little B, Little B you are the shit I'm talking
Little B, Little B, Little B you are the shit I'm talking
Little B, Little B, Little B you are the shit I'm saying
Little B, Little B, Little B won't you please come fuck with me