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lil b - simple math lyrics

[intro]
05 f-ck em, man, this lil b season man
i’m turnin’ up the game, you feel me?
yeah, i’m goin’ platinum and all that sh-t, you know what i’m sayin’
ay, f-ck these n-ggas man

[verse 1]
go hard on these n-ggas
black 4-5, guess what that’s a nine
i know my math, i stay tucked all the time
you see my calculator, them bullets just fly
them numbers add up, you dudes sweet as pie
i’mma just divide, choppers make ’em fly
choppers say, my choppers say you a liar
understand, i’m just a business man
and i’m the business man
stop takin’ chances, i hit ’em with the k
make ’em say “aye”, i’m justin’ seein’ o’s
i just push p’s mind’s on the e
abc’s, different color coupes, next summer they turn green
p-ssy -ss n-ggas get hit with the beam
you never use a gun, you’re like bruce lee
when i come up, it’s somethin’ like a dream
the b-tches f-ck sweet, my swag in the dreams
all a n-gga know, hustle hard ’til i pop
i’mma f-ck the b-tches and i’mma celebrate
n-ggas gon’ hate cause i’m pushin’ maybach
chopper in the basket, cause jackers gon’ watch me
n-ggas get caught up cause n-ggas act sloppy
i used to be sloppy, now i toned it down
lost a lot of weight cause i smoke and i push
b-tches got problems, i got emotions
my stuff important, 05 f-ck em
at the top of the penthouse, stupid b-tch cash out
n-ggas hate me cause your ho wanna cash out
i need any ho, i want the fast route
rich n-gga and i’m thuggin’ too
shout out to the bay, california what it do?
i’m knockin’ n-ggas out they shoes
i wear that fake sh-t cause i’m not rich like you, b-tch

[outro]
i’m still doin’ it
and i’mma keep doin’ it, you feel me
you gotta get real rich in it, i’m just tryin’ to get real wealthy
you understand, that’s all, based god n-gga
2014, we f-ckin’ ’em bad, let’s go

- lil b lyrics

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