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letra de tiny pants bitch - lil' b

tiny pants b-tch

[intro:]
(but your girl choose up i’m a bag her and i sn-tch her.
b town boy with them tiny tiny tiny pants)
real n-gg-s in this motherf-cker; i’m back b-tch
basedgod you feel me? lil b for little boss, man
tiny pants on like a f-gget
ya’ll n-gg-s can suck my d-ck, i’m pullin b-tches
hunned million… i’m goin in on this motherf-cker
i ain’t never gave a f-ck about nothing n-gg-
f-ck the world n-gg- and f-ck me. basedgod n-gg-

[verse 1:]
ten on my d-ck with them b-tches on my d-ck
bruh get mad cause i say what i want
b-tch, it’s young basedgod with them gold grill fronts
swaggin out the door… b-tch just like a f-gget
twerking in the game, i was born with the swag
born with the base, i’m a young trapping ho…
f-cking all these b-tches in the face, you ain’t know?
been ice skating… young wayne gretzky…
sittin in the scr-per, no license b-tch arrest me
came out the hood now i’m f-ckin with the suburbs
sleeping in the mansion… love flexing hummers
two iced chains with them rings like a b-tch
hoes on my d-ck cause i’m that pretty b-tch
i got a bad broad and i still might rob her…
man you thinking i’m a ho, hit your -ss with the chopper. b-tch

[hook:]
(b-town boy with them tiny tiny tiny pants,
just when your girl choose up i’m a bag her and i sn-tched her)
basedgod you feel me? i ain’t never gave a f-ck about none of this sh-t, n-gg-
f-ck that, i ain’t never had to work a day in my life n-gg-
i don’t give a f-ck about none of that sh-t
i’m a say what i feel, i’m a do what i want… and i’m a die n-gg-
you feel me? us n-gg-s keep it one hunned, and i live my life
real sh-t, basedgod in this motherf-cker i ain’t never gave a f-ck bruh…

[verse 2:]
stright waterfront… straight west side, b-tch
i do this sh-t the long way… pump with the pump fake
came from the whip with the mask and the duct tape…
2010 i’m a run? n-gg- f-ck that…
posted on the block… got cought slipping
play with the shotgun. i was starting where you finish
looked him in his eyes, he had a mask on his face
young basedgod put a b-tch in his place
tiny pants yeah, and i’m riding on a full tank
bulletproof vest, purple jeans looking fruity
then i pull your ho and i f-ck her on the gucci
dirty -ss vans, got you thinking that i’m losing
pull ten out you dumb suckas looking foolish
west berkeley boss blowin’ smoke where the roof is
riding around town b-tch ask how i do this
waterfront legend basedgod i’m going stupid n-gg-…

[outro:]
(b-town boy with them tiny tiny tiny pants,
just when your girl choose up i’m a bag her and i sn-tched her)
that’s how we do it b-tch…
you feel me? waterfront, seventh street…
ya’ll motherf-ckers are sleeping, i ain’t never gave a f-ck, b-tch
i got tiny -ss yellow pants on, tiny -ss green pants on…
n-gg-s can’t f-ck with me. none of you n-gg-s
i swear on my life, b-tch… i’m ready to die, n-gg-…
f-ck all you b-tch -ss n-gg-s… f-ck everybody…
rawest rapper alive…

- lil b

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