Lil B - I Own Swag
[Intro]
Yeah, like I said it's your boy Lil B
God's Father Mixtape
You already know how I do, man I kill shit
R.I.P. the rap game up
Motherfucking everything
Man we got riches and everything ()
I don't give a fuck, fuck 'em!
[Verse 1]
Bitch I own swag
I'm a star like I'm in SAG
I'm so fab like I'm in Sac
I tote that Tec and I hold that Mac
Got a few scratches up on that gun
I straight spit like I ain't got no tongue
Bitch came asking me questions (What?)
"Where's my car?" Bitch which one?!
No Lil B then it ain't no fun
Everything cool 'til I bought that blunt
If you talking weed bitch I got that gun
Pour me a cup, bitch let's get drunk
I'm Karl Malone, I just dunk
I'm so high (High, high)
Oh, but this weed got me high bitch
It's straight from the hood, shit
Evil Based God
Drop my top and I don't get robbed
Never say never, but I never been robbed
Try to jack me, go get a day job
Like Mac Dre, that's not my job
But that's my bitch, ooh shit
She told me things I wouldn't even say
Went on a date and I fucked her face
[Bridge]
You know I'm more famous than you
Than you
And I can do everything that you can't do
Or try to
[Verse 2]
Yeah, hasta la vista
I'm looking for a señorita
Mexican, Brazilian
Nicaraguan, that's what I meant
Two, bring two to the ranch and pass 'em
Put 'em all down, I don't pass 'em I cuff 'em
Yes, bitch, I said I cuff 'em
Fucked her in the ass, that's where I nutted
Popped a viagra and I'm feeling like Mase
No homo, bitch, I'ma take that case
Real talk bruh I'ma fuck her in the face
Met a pretty bitch, hit her all day
Sitting on my ass, making a mill all day
Call me Obama Based God
Call me Obama Based God
A-Rod
I'm overseas like Jay Sean
Call me Daddy Yankee, fucking bad bitches
Yankee, Yankee Based God
You hating on me that's not my problem
We living in a world where people talk shit
Suckers kiss ass, and they hoes suck dick
I don't gotta problem with a ho sucking dick
But she better be clean when she suck my shit
Niggas get mad 'cause I talk a lil' shit
I don't even care, ass so square
I'm a bad boy like Dilinjah
Wear fucking shoot like Cho-pid-er
More money, more Problems like Poppa, yeah
R.I.P my young nigga might pop a pill
Last year I almost made a mill
Run the rap game and ain't got no deal!
Based God!
[Outro]
It's Lil B
Ayy that's what you should have done on this beat, motherfucker!
(Bitch, you faggot)
God's Father Mixtape
(You faggot fattie, you bitch)
I'm going all the way there!
I'm going all the way in!
Lil B rawest rapper alive
Like I said
Any rap motherfuckers got a problem, let's go! (Or try to)
(Based God!)
Pssh, this that real WorldStarHipHop shit
I think I'm famous
(The rawest rapper ever, rawest rapper alive)
Based God, yeah (God's Father mixtape)
Like I said, any motherfuckers that got a problem man
I'm taking over (BasedGod, BasedGod)
I done already took over like 5, 10 times around
What rapper you know (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
Don't got a deal but run the rap game?
Unsigned but run this motherfucker
Like it's the motherfucking futbol you feel me?
(Lalalalala, we thuggin!)
You feel me?
You feel me? (La la la la)
We thuggin! (La la la la la)
B-town boy Westside up
Shouts out to the down South
Shouts out to the East Coast
Shouts out to Canada (We thuggin'!)
Shouts out to Europe (La la la)
Shouts out to Germany, Asia, Africa
Alaska, I love y'all for fucking with me
Based God
Yeah, yeah, yeah
So don't ever ever speak on Lil B
You might get your ass ate through the back
No ho—No pope, no pope, no pope
But for the ladies
That's some real shit
Huh-ha
Yeah, like I said it's your boy Lil B
God's Father Mixtape
You already know how I do, man I kill shit
R.I.P. the rap game up
Motherfucking everything
Man we got riches and everything ()
I don't give a fuck, fuck 'em!
[Verse 1]
Bitch I own swag
I'm a star like I'm in SAG
I'm so fab like I'm in Sac
I tote that Tec and I hold that Mac
Got a few scratches up on that gun
I straight spit like I ain't got no tongue
Bitch came asking me questions (What?)
"Where's my car?" Bitch which one?!
No Lil B then it ain't no fun
Everything cool 'til I bought that blunt
If you talking weed bitch I got that gun
Pour me a cup, bitch let's get drunk
I'm Karl Malone, I just dunk
I'm so high (High, high)
Oh, but this weed got me high bitch
It's straight from the hood, shit
Evil Based God
Drop my top and I don't get robbed
Never say never, but I never been robbed
Try to jack me, go get a day job
Like Mac Dre, that's not my job
But that's my bitch, ooh shit
She told me things I wouldn't even say
Went on a date and I fucked her face
[Bridge]
You know I'm more famous than you
Than you
And I can do everything that you can't do
Or try to
[Verse 2]
Yeah, hasta la vista
I'm looking for a señorita
Mexican, Brazilian
Nicaraguan, that's what I meant
Two, bring two to the ranch and pass 'em
Put 'em all down, I don't pass 'em I cuff 'em
Yes, bitch, I said I cuff 'em
Fucked her in the ass, that's where I nutted
Popped a viagra and I'm feeling like Mase
No homo, bitch, I'ma take that case
Real talk bruh I'ma fuck her in the face
Met a pretty bitch, hit her all day
Sitting on my ass, making a mill all day
Call me Obama Based God
Call me Obama Based God
A-Rod
I'm overseas like Jay Sean
Call me Daddy Yankee, fucking bad bitches
Yankee, Yankee Based God
You hating on me that's not my problem
We living in a world where people talk shit
Suckers kiss ass, and they hoes suck dick
I don't gotta problem with a ho sucking dick
But she better be clean when she suck my shit
Niggas get mad 'cause I talk a lil' shit
I don't even care, ass so square
I'm a bad boy like Dilinjah
Wear fucking shoot like Cho-pid-er
More money, more Problems like Poppa, yeah
R.I.P my young nigga might pop a pill
Last year I almost made a mill
Run the rap game and ain't got no deal!
Based God!
[Outro]
It's Lil B
Ayy that's what you should have done on this beat, motherfucker!
(Bitch, you faggot)
God's Father Mixtape
(You faggot fattie, you bitch)
I'm going all the way there!
I'm going all the way in!
Lil B rawest rapper alive
Like I said
Any rap motherfuckers got a problem, let's go! (Or try to)
(Based God!)
Pssh, this that real WorldStarHipHop shit
I think I'm famous
(The rawest rapper ever, rawest rapper alive)
Based God, yeah (God's Father mixtape)
Like I said, any motherfuckers that got a problem man
I'm taking over (BasedGod, BasedGod)
I done already took over like 5, 10 times around
What rapper you know (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
Don't got a deal but run the rap game?
Unsigned but run this motherfucker
Like it's the motherfucking futbol you feel me?
(Lalalalala, we thuggin!)
You feel me?
You feel me? (La la la la)
We thuggin! (La la la la la)
B-town boy Westside up
Shouts out to the down South
Shouts out to the East Coast
Shouts out to Canada (We thuggin'!)
Shouts out to Europe (La la la)
Shouts out to Germany, Asia, Africa
Alaska, I love y'all for fucking with me
Based God
Yeah, yeah, yeah
So don't ever ever speak on Lil B
You might get your ass ate through the back
No ho—No pope, no pope, no pope
But for the ladies
That's some real shit
Huh-ha
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