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lil b – i own swag lyrics

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intro: yeah like i said, it’s ur boy lil b, god’s father mixtape, u already know how i do man – i kill sh-t.
rip the rap game up, the muf-king everything man – we got rich and everything.
i don’t give a f-ck — f-ck em!
-verse 1-
b-tch i own swag, i’m a star like i’m in sac, i’m so fab like i’m in sac i tot that tech and i hold that mac
bought a few scratches up on that gun i straight spit like i ain’t got no tongue, b-tch came asking me questions
“where is my car?” – b-tch which one?
-verse 2-
no lil b then it aint no fun, everything cool til i bought that blunt, everyone talking weed b-tch i got that gun, pour me a cup b-tch, lets get drunk, i don’t come alone i just dunk – i’m so hiiiiiigh- over this weed i be high b-tch it’s str8 from the hood, sh-t.
-verse 3-
evil basedgod, drop my top and i don’t get robbed, never say never but i never been robbed, trynna jack me — go get a day-job, like mac dre – that’s not my job but that’s my b-tch -oo sh-t- she told me things i wouldn’t even say, went on a date and i f-cked her face.
-verse 4-
hasta la vista, i’m looking for a senorita, mexican, brazilian, nicaraguan that’s what i meant, 2 bring 2 that are actually p-ss em, put em all down i don’t p-ss em i cuff em, yes b-tch i said cuff em, f-cked her in the -ss that’s where i left it
-verse 5-
pop the v–gr- and i’m feeling like mace no h-m- b-tch imma take that case, real talk bruh imma f-ck her in the face, made a pretty b-tch, here all day, sittin on my -ss making mill all day,

call me obama basedgod (x2)
-verse 6-
a-rod, i’m overseas like j-sean, call me daddy yankee f-cking bad b-tches –
yankee yankee, based god, u hatin on me that’s not my prob, i’m livin in a world where people talk sh-t, ladies get mad coz i talk a lil sh-t, i don’t even care, -ss so square – imma badboy like yalanite whoever the f-ck is suited like choppa then, more money more problems like papi-o
r.i.p my young n-gg- might pop a pill, last year i almost made a mill, run the rap game and i ain’t got no deal



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