a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

lil b – blue flame lyrics

[intro]
man welcome you feel me
it’s ya boy lil b for lil boss
trapaholics mixtape, n-gga i shoulda been had one of these
only goon n-gga in these tiny jeans, you feel me
only goon n-gga in these tiny pants b-tch
i been hittin’ l!cks n-gga
you know what it is b-tch

[verse 1: lil b]
bruh riding shotgun (swag)
b-tch riding shotgun (swag)
used to be a cold young n-gga i would catch one (woo)
ask about my 10 cars (swag)
ask about drug case (woo)
i keep my head up
30 on my d-mn hand
trapaholics n-gga i done sold off that fo’ door
b-tches use to like me (swag), ask me what it hit fo’ (woo)
girl i’m gooned out i ain’t trippin’ off you b-tch (swag)
finna hit this l!ck (woo)
suck my f-cking d-ck (swag)

[lil b talking]
yeah mayne
so you know like i said, i was a young n-gga
i didn’t even really care about the b-tches
but, you know, i was on my goon sh-t

[verse 2: lil b]
use to be a heathen (swag), drunk off carlo rossi (swag)
use to be the weed man (woo)
tell me what’s the reason
tell me why i’m handsome
rob, no mask on
rap sheet look like a d-mn rap song b-tch (swag) (swag) (swag)

[talking again]
yeah mayne, n-gga
ya’ll not feeling me yet
ya’ll not feeling my struggle yet?

[verse 3: lil b]
ask me why i’m gangster (woo)
tiny pants on me (swag)
purp sacks on me (woo)
new l!cks on me
sold off profit
came reppin’ westside
came reppin’ 7th street
came reppin’ waterfront
came reppin’ basedgod
came reppin’ b-tch mob (woo)
came reppin’ wolf pack (swag)
10 cars, 10th grade (woo)
caught with a zip and i had about two stacks (swag)
bought my gold t–th, and i gave my n-gga 5 bands
catch me out b-tch cuz i’m high and i’m reckless
playing mind games get you split in a second (woo)
check my cell phone, metro off the d-mn hook
wanna learn me b-tch? go read my new d-mn book!
swagged up ho, and i used to be a goblin
ask about high school, i’m a ex-robber
ask about my house raids
ask about my p.o
ask about my weekends, i’m on ankle monitor
jay got the chopper
bruh got the e-pills
me i got the bullet-proof
me i got the stolen whip
me i got the money (woo)
robbin’ like a dummy (woo)
straight blood cousin
out’chere gettin’ money
ain’t nothin’ funny
cousin did five years
the other hitman i ain’t see him make it back yet
game gettin’ shady
hood turnin’crazy
blood servin’ 80
i had to stop robbin cuz i’m finna lose my d-mn life
f-ckin’ with these lawyers
public -ss defenders
now i’m positive and i’m smoking off this indo
hitman watch it b-tch, you know what you singned fo’
blue flame n-gga and i’m c-mmin like a rhino
100,000 n-gga b-tch, you get what you signed fo’
lil b trapaholics b-tch blue flame n-gga

[outro]
mayne, real trap sh-t, like i said
only goon n-gga in these tiny pants
i shoulda been had this sh-t
trapaholics

- lil b lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS