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letra de juvenile hell intro (the based god speaks) - big baby scumbag

[intro: lil b]
ayy, i wanna give a shoutout to big baby sc-mbag
ayy, shoutout lex luger, man, it’s ya boy lil b
swag, it’s a wrap, let’s get it
(let’s get it) (let’s get it)
(haha)
(haha)
juvenile h-ll
that n-gg- lex luger

[chorus: big baby sc-mbag]
flex, i feel like kimbo, n-gg- (yeah)
make a n-gg- duck like limbo, n-gg- (yeah)
touchdown, like i’m in the end zone n-gg- (yeah)
juvenile h-ll, this the intro, n-gg- (b-tch)
flex, i feel like kimbo, n-gg- (yeah)
make a n-gg- duck like limbo, n-gg- (yeah)
touchdown, like i’m in the end zone n-gg- (yeah)
juvenile h-ll, this the intro, n-gg- (b-tch)
flex, i feel like kimbo, n-gg- (yeah)
make a n-gg- duck like limbo, n-gg- (yeah)
touchdown, like i’m in the end zone n-gg- (yeah)
juvenile h-ll, this the intro, n-gg- (b-tch)
flex, i feel like kimbo, n-gg- (yeah)
make a n-gg- duck like limbo, n-gg- (yeah)
touchdown, like i’m in the end zone n-gg- (yeah)
juvenile h-ll, this the intro, n-gg- (b-tch)

[verse: big baby sc-mbag]
came in this b-tch in a big cat, h-llcat
with that x on my toe, like a tit-tat
big gap make a n-gg- wish that
try to start, kick back, make a flip back
take big nap laid back, b-tch
i’ma sit back, don’t get kidnapped
bro stay b-tch with a witch hat (woo)
yeah, n-gg- feel like light, and the wrist shine bright
man, you f-cked up
you don’t know where the list that
(bro, you ain’t know)
lame -ss n-gg-, i ain’t heard of ya
b-tch i be burnin’ ya enemys
more like a burglar
friday the 13th, my calendar, b-tch, it’s a holiday
came to the lake, he might murder ya (woo)
i’m a gatekeeper, i bury ya, take out the trash i might dirty ya
put it a hole straight through a hernia
f-ck a bad b-tch, i ain’t earnin’ ya
feel like rihanna, “disturbia” (b-tch)
lame -ss rap n-gg-, same old lines
and the same old tight -ss
slow, n-gg-
lyin’ -ss n-gg-, you ain’t need to try out here
so i’m takin’ that money sellin’ o’s, n-gg-
dime bag-sellin’ -ss n-gg-
it’s a drug [? 1:48] so i got real cold, n-gg-
home boy share the same clothes, n-gg-
andale and go to red, oh, n-gg-
i get the ball and i’m puntin’ that, you get the ball and you fumble that (ha)
can’t trust the b-tch, i don’t f-ck with that
money i can’t get enough of that, b-tch, i’ma done that
ice all on me like a avalanche
red and blue amulets
b-tch, i might trap like a can of what?
bury me with ’bout a hundred racks
but from the dead, i ain’t comin’ back, spendin’, i’m burnin’ that

[outro]
would you like to know how i survived h-ll
and came out the other side, and how you can too?
it goes, patience

- big baby scumbag

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