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letra de girl - lil' b

[hook]
let me suck that p-ssy, what you think girl?
let me buy that p-ssy, what you think girl?
get your -ss beat, what you think girl? (basedgod)
i’ll put your snitch -ss to sleep, that’s on me girl
let me get that p-ssy, what you think b-tch? (basedgod)
let me buy that p-ssy, what you think b-tch?
get your -ss beat, what you think b-tch? (hah!)
i’ll put your snitch -ss to sleep, that’s on me b-tch

[verse 1]
back that b-tch n-gg- like b.g
all that b-tch snitchin’, let her rest in peace
death to a b-tch n-gg- like a n-gg- would
i got problems with b-tches, i got problems with n-gg-s (f–k them!)
f–k you b-tches or f–k you n-gg-s (f–k off!)
in that new rolls royce, hittin’ the backwoods
on the top floor n-gg-, with a hundred b-tches (talk up)
thank you basedgod, i got three b-tches (great job!)
if a n-gg- playin’, i might chin check
christina yamaguchi with the ice skate (yup)
n-gg- know what’s up (what?)
i’m not a faker (nope)
i can’t hate (hate)
i’m not a hater (hater)
don’t talk to me n-gg- (no!)
don’t walk with me (naw!)
hundred million dollars, n-gg- (basedgod)
and coaster seats (basedgod)
n-gg- play with me (mmhmm!)
a b-tch stay with us (mmhmm!)
a b-tch broke the code (huh?)
turn that ho to dust

[verse 2]
aye, for that check, i’m runnin’ out of bounds
but still countin’ money, i don’t let n-gg-s down
that b-tch talk too much, put her underground
that b-tch talk too much, she ain’t talkin’ now
n-gg- talk too much, man they all slaves (mmhmm!)
these b-tches talk a lot, man they get a whole fade
that b-tch talk too much, she a f–kin’ slave
that b-tch talk too much, she gon die today (die today)
understand me, i’m the og
’05 n-gg- with the 0-3
’06 n-gg- with the cute p (cute p)
i’m a short n-gg- with a tall freak
i got to call my accountant, a lot of money countin’ (countin’)
call me clay thompson (thompson) i got a lot of b-tches
call me floyd mayweather, i got a lot of b-tches
n-gg-, i mind my business, basedgod!

[verse 3]
my n-gg-, we gon campaign or what?
these b-tches so fake man, i can’t trust ’em
my body be cold, i need a heater
i know you stuntin’ n-gg-s from oakland that will f–king sleep (d-mn!)
i don’t wanna drop bodies so i drop tears
i’m the real lil boss, the game stop here
i stop trustin’ b-tches, now i mix ’em up
put your face in a wall, and beat the b-tch up (why?)
you n-gg-s don’t know the pain that i done seen
i’ve been disrespected, i can’t forget it (no!)
i got a real brother that’s real deep
my stomach still hurt, but i can’t go to sleep
i got sh-t that… camera guy
my stomach still hurt, you n-gg-s is fake as f–k
you b-tches love to see a n-gg- stressed out
that’s why these b-tches goin’ down

[outro]
you know, we love all
but we do not f–k with the fakers at all
believe that, we f–k with all, we love all
but we do not f–k with the haters or fakers at all
believe that, it’s your boy lil b
aye thank you basedgod for the beat
let’s get it

- lil b

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