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[Verse 1 - Lil
I got a whole lot of
Pop that for me
My homie got that
bang it at a copper
Hey Gangsta party, party, gangsta party!
Stove on my
your ass up gourmet
All-black .44 do you foreplay?
I'm going at your face like Oil of
No champagne, but you know my flag
Swagger on steroids: Canseco,
No Records: We so 'bout it 'bout it
I'm than a bitch
Feel like a climbed a f-cking
Illest nigga you know, my accountants still
Shots hit him a ago
But his body's still
on the hammer, beam on your forehead
Gotta kill the witnesses cause car red
Hollygrove Monster, Street preacher
Come to your funeral, kill but the preacher!
I in Miami, nigga
South Beach ya
Robin Leach, uh how we ballin
You know that I'm loaded but don't take a sweeter
Beat one of you niggas up like John Cena
Them hoes on your
Tell hoes we coming
we get it popping
We saving hoes, we swapping
Yea Gangsta party, party, gangsta party!
Big Desert Eagle, call it "shotty"
How'd you get that
Stunna me that
The zan me under
Patron me back
I'm leaning on you
Like I a flat
And Glock snap back like a old Starter hat
What the read? I'm in the big league
I'm a of fresh air
Let the breathe!
I'm trying to
But I had to do it, dev
I'm at the funeral
"I had to do it, rev!"
Mack you my big
I a wig for you
Put on the repeat
Until bury me
of clarity: yeah
That's my game
I keep a fine
Cause I the finer things
F-ck with me
No on the whip
I've got in mind
4, they ain't f-cking with mine
I that Sorry 4 The Wait
To make up for the

2 - Lil B]
Yeah I do my thang, bitch
Young BasedGod, came in with the
out chain, bitch
I'm rich off that same
See 5 hoes on my dick, bitch, it's
Straight Westside, Bay
Bitch, I'll em
Gritty boy shit, BasedGod the angles
On like a cradle and you niggas can't me
out to Mack Maine getting rich and cocky.
Bitches Westside
Shouts out to
Young BasedGod that .55 heater
187 bitch, I put it to 11
With that tiny shirt
And the tiny mane
I'm on and I f-ck with cash Money my niggas.
understand man
The game a chain
Woo woo! Swag, bitch, man
Bra off the top, I'm a Wolfpack
My just a painting
And I paint you a picture,
Thing it: a young paid-ass nigga
This that stunt music: bitch, I do's it
It's Lil B and muthaf-ckin prove it
We