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lil b - gutta goin platinum lyrics

[intro: lil b]
n-gga, if i don’t go platinum
if i don’t sell 1,000,000+ records
oh yeah, it’s a motherf-ckin problem
my first album better go platinum, and it’s finna go platinum

[verse 1: lil b]
this is basedgod for the birds
tour around the world, then i serve to the curb
i got sh-t for sale, i got guns and mail
i put guns in mail, basedgod b-tch!
you got k!lled with the last shot
how do i suck? i just like to f-ck a lot
don’t put words in the air if you don’t know me
those stares, you n-ggas is like kobe
n-ggas get blasted for thinkin they 2pac
i look like a nerd, but i got the ooh-ahh
i keep it real, i got the same line that you got
but you got a fade, and i use the blade
gettin money, in the snow or the rain
n-ggas act the same, b-tches act lame
you hate lil b? you’s a b-tch
i put you in the same box as a brick
and then i f-ck you like a b-tch
the dope that i sell makes fiends take sh-ts
i’m still in the hood like the b-ss line
05 f-ck em, i gotta thank the basedgod
lil b

n-gga, if i don’t go platinum, n-ggas gonna have to pay
n-ggas gonna be h-ll to pay
this gonna be a bad day if i don’t sell 1,000,000+ records my first album

[verse 2: lil b]
i gotta take the power back, you n-ggas taking power naps
a lotta things you suckas do, i wouldn’t be proud of that
don’t come through the hood if you don’t know how to act
doctors come at you with ??? and them shower caps
suck it up n-gga, you don’t be proud of that
everybody wanna tell, n-ggas be proud of that
a lotta n-ggas get caught, and they don’t know how to act
i’ma act civilized, dope guns and dead beef
who’s still in the streets? i know i am
i stay in the street like them bootleg jordans
and i’m still shooting like robert horry
in the streets, home court, do it for the glory
my n-ggas serving pills, that’s what they told me
i don’t know nothing, that’s just a homie
if you sell bricks, then you taking chances
in the bay n-ggas doing life for advancement
couple n-ggas in the hood got left stranded
it’s war in the streets but we don’t panic
it’s dope on the block n-gga don’t cram it
you gotta make room, please don’t jam it

and don’t leave the residue burning
i’ma serve you n-ggas like writs to nurses
you know i gotta go platinum, i got to
f-ck that

[verse 3: lil b]
n-ggas get they head bust, i’m like, “so what”
i won’t shed a tear, i’m not gon’ pore up
n-ggas be laughing, and they won’t grow up
so n-ggas gon’ be surprised, you feel me?
i was born american, so i know about the genocide
taking n-ggas out, dying with pride
don’t close your eyes, 05 f-ck em mixtape
this here lil b, we gon’ survive
i’m a real thug, no award n-gga
i ain’t enlisted but i’m still at war, n-gga
50 n-ggas rocking like ___ triggers
i got 30 chop n-gga, f-ck women
reppin for the bay, and the whole world
world westside, berkeley boy, california n-gga
locking up the dope with the corn liquor
51 ho wanna f-ck a n-gga
52 b-tches, aing where it’s at
got a ___ b-tch with the 6 pack
servin out dope like ___ rat

you know what i’m saying?
n-ggas want platinum, i’m holding that gutta sh-t down from the start
i ain’t stop being gutta, n-gga

- lil b lyrics

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