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Yeah man, it's your boy Lil B, you feel me You can fuck my bitch, not the BasedGod's bitch Might go to East Oakland and that dope fiend rental Still got TVs with them four flats in it I know the underworld, I was raised up in it Might sell off your daughter if the price is right Backdoor your family and take your life Backdoor your wife, backdoor your kids I'm the young pretty bitch, hoe you know what it is In Castro Valley walking out that alley Self made boss bitch take this pack Nigga take this case cause I ain't gon' take it I will not snitch, bitch I'll strip you naked Call me Lil Boss with that XO bars Saying fuck the Weeknd, I can't sing that soft (Figaro!) I still know the struggle I get so jealous (Figaro!) Still up in that good with that mini mansion Mmm, pick which one With that five tip of gun A lot of suckers fake so I can't respect it Fuck the Weeknd, put that on record Still flash on bitches and I flash on niggas One man army, it's the bitch mob, nigga A lot of suckers fake so I can't respect it SongtexteFuck the Weeknd, put that on record Still flash on bitches and I flash on niggas One man army, it's the bitch mob, nigga A lot of niggas died and I felt that pain Put a bitch down, I ain't saying no names Ride around town in that all black gas mask Niggas really love me, they'll fuck you in the ass Ain't nothing funny with that can't stop money Bitch mob over here, bitch mob get gully I got that young nigga with that .45 body rock Moi baby, brrrang-thang bitch mob But I sell pussy and that cocaine burn Flashing on bitches, loop hole that run She love loop hole bitch check that money Charging every groupie hoe ain't nothing funny I'm not Santa, I'm not Martin I really wanna know bitch how much you charging I go out of state for that green count cutter Charging every hoe, set up your mother Yeah bitch set up your brother Karma is a bitch so I took that smother Everything I do got letters and numbers L wanna creep tryna do something under Word around town bitch mob, I'll smoother Still selling Jerry like them Richmond stunters In a Lexus coupe like my Richmond brothers Knock a bitch out, I keep it one hunnid Lil B A lot of suckers fake so I can't respect it (It's all real man, I really feel this) Fuck the Weeknd, put that on record (Fuck with the kid baby, fuck with me, you know what I'm saying) One man army, it's the bitch mob, nigga (Every day man, for all these suckas, all that bullshit ain't gon fly You know what I'm saying, I see you stealing swag) Fuck the Weeknd, put that on record (So it's cool, I'm coming [?] let that shit slide) One man army, it's the bitch mob nigga (I don't give a fuck if you singing, I don't give a fuck if you rapping If you stealing swag, you stealing swag Lil B, he changed the game with this shit Like I said from the streets number one unsigned artist ever One time for the one time Like I said Lil B fuck with me What's up world Oakland what's up West Oakland, East Oakland what's up North Oakland what it do Sacramento what it do) Aus Songtexte Mania