lil b - swag jerry rice lyrics
left hand stunting, right hand stunting
swag
championship ring and i look like derek fisher
word around town i got 25 b-tches
based on my ring
i’ve got cocaine in that swisher
f-ck around with me that mack 11 touch your sister
real west side the hood, twerk like a stripper
n-gg-, i’m connected and i think i’m the
mafia
i think i’m a illuminati plus i got this shotgun
ak still loaded, got my guns on layaway
56 hoes suck my d-ck cause i’m gary payton
i think i’m michael jackson, every b-tch har-ss me
tiny–ss pants, n-gg-, choppers from that action
reppin’ b-tch mob cause hey know that i’m a killer
shot from three-point and they call me reggie miller
b-tches suck my d-ck cause they know that i’m iller
strap her black nines and they call me reggie miller (based god!)
swag’s jerry rice
swag!
i think i’m jerry rice
touchdown, touchdown, i think i’m jerry rice (4x)
ted debiase f-cking with a stripper
b-tch pay me tax, i’m the cocaine dealer
word around town i’ve got 5 going for 50
word around town i’m in that s550
i think i’m behind my rent because i think i’m on the radi’
vote for based god, because i’m running for the mayor
f-ck around with me, b-tch, i show you words later
guns on the vote, and i’m cussing like a sailor
think i’m dr. phil because i’m helpin’ all my b-tches
hoes suck my d-ck and the f-ck what you feeling
young based god, n-gg-, swag to the ceiling
b-tch, i’m bob marley comin’ with a glock 40
bravo on this swag
i hold that pistol in the morning
women f-ck with me i f-ck that b-tch when i’m yawning
because i’m no d-ck n-gg-s think that i’m lyin’
36 b-tches and
they call me don imus
pin’
b-tch, i ain’t trippin’
muggsy bogues guns, and they short like a midget
plus i got swag, and i’m still buying b-tches
paying for that p-ssy,
every day christmas
(“i got money, b-tch!”)
pay my own rent, n-gg-, mind your own business
f-ck them in her mouth cause that broad ain’t trippin
slide a ho 20 cuz i’m rich and i’m reckless
i’m a real thug, it’s the ride, stolen lexus
that bugatti
n-gg- f-ck with me that mac-11 make you handsome
i ain’t got time for that talkin’
young based god is a young kenny rogers
die in wonton swag and i came with that chopper
asking questions, b-tch?
yes, luke, i am your father
still got the chopper, still got the ak
young based god, suck my d-ck, b-tch, i’m renegade
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