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lil b - t-shirts & buddens lyrics

[intro]
hey, joe budden
you’re a motherf-cking joke
i’m hip-hop, rawest rapper alive

[verse 1]
t-shirts and buddens, this a f-cking warning shot
rap n-ggas wanna talk, i leave with your jaw dropped
lil b for lil’ boss, big talk, get your head cracked
i’m from the hood, n-ggas terrorist with no head wraps
westside gangsta connected to the mob
connected to the roc like i’m j cole
shoot like i’m steve nash, 4-5 tuck with my weed stash
you f-cking with a robbing ex-k!lla, get your knees cracked
internet got you thinking that you is a god
real hip-hop over here, blood and tears over here
no b-tch over here, bad b-tches over here
no p-ssy over there, pump it up, you’re a queer
tryna diss me when you got a f-cking full beard
sit down old man, your back about to blow out
my rap like a gold mine, study in my dope rhymes
rawest rapper in the game, it’s like i’m sniffing c0ke lines
losing all your hair, joe, think you need rogaine
joe budden, joe booty, what the f-ck is yo name?
shut the f-ck up with those depressing -ss songs
it’s the summer time, get some f-cking p-ssy and go home
pump it up, pump it up? man, i’m finna f-ck your b-tch, joey
b-tch, i’m based god, i should write you a f-cking hit, joey
leave your f-cking head, ho, need a clip, got me a rubber glip
lil b for lil boss, i’m still screaming “f-ck a b-tch”
i’m 20 and you 45, you look like you’re 55
spit like i’m 65, eating p-ssy’s 69
you’re a nasty old man probably getting b-tt-f-cked
you run around, karate kid, where’s your f-cking nun chucks?
maybe you don’t have none because you in the hood still
probably selling x pills, probably eating -ssh0l-
recording all your b-tches, you a motherf-cking pervert
joe budden t.v, joe b-tch t.v
see me in 3d, i’m young but i’m ready, jack
i dare you to comeback, i won because i am rap
rap like saran wrap, your model b-tch saved you
put him on the internet because don’t n0body play you
performing at cafes, you still underground
how you go mainstream and run back underground?
joe budden, you’re a clown, please just forgive me
you shoulda followed fans and now your -ss is gonna be history
make you an example, i feed your -ss samples
you’re my own son that ain’t never made it rapping
i tried to give you chances, you didn’t take my hand out
and now you looking stupid as you did when you came out
and you ain’t got no swag and you ain’t got no cash
joe budden, you just -ss

[break]
ahaha, n-gga t-shirt & buddens
ayy, joe budden, shut the f-ck up

[verse 2]
i have too much swag, joe, don’t bring your girl around
but this is about you, joe, the bay you don’t come around
the world on my back now, b-tch, i run the internet
ba-rang-dang-dang, i’m very smart very intricate
i can tell you jealous of lil b, i’m li’l boss
you mad i’m a pretty b-tch, you mad you a g-y b-tch
you don’t have no f-cking niche, surprised you still got fans
act like a grown man, mood muzik, go cry
joe budden, go cry ’cause you a little f-g boy
and go make a mixtape and mope over every song
keep recording girlfriends, bet you still jack off
with your b-ttcheeks out listening to mood muzik
screaming, “lil b, why the f-ck you gotta ether me?”
i could’ve been your friend, now your career is history
joe budden, man, you can suck my f-cking d-ck
and tell the whole world
you got murdered by a pretty b-tch
lil b

[outro]
aye t-shirts & buddens
rawest rapper alive
lil b for lil boss
west coast basedgod

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