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lil bibby - afternoon (freestyle) lyrics

big bucks stacking money to the ceiling
ask me what i need, b-tch i need me a million
i know that it’s coming man i got this little feeling
buy a couple buildings, open up a business
donate a couple thousand to the children
y’all some broke boys need to go out and fix it
you pull up on 6’s, stunt for the b-tches
i pull up in a foreign, all these hoes going

i’m the man and they know it
i ain’t gotta show sh-t or hit the club and throw sh-t
all these f-cking haters make it hard to stay focused
whiteshawn got it, if i holler, he gon’ blow it
no limit all these n-gg-s know we
steady rolling blunts until a n-gg- o.d
keep acting blind, in a year they’re going to see
n-gg- how i ain’t the man, and your b-tch want me
i don’t get it, black card, no limit
n-gg-s steady talking money but ain’t trying to go get it

no gimmicks motherf-cker, this the real me
even a paralysed n-gg- gotta feel me
got a couple dollars but a n-gg- still cheap
opps sending shots, p-ssy n-gg-s try to kill me
there’s too many n-gg-s hating
jumping on my d-ck because they see i’m money making
acting like they real but i know they really faking
see me out in public, wonder why i never say sh-t
lil bibby man i rep my turf
i swear to f-cking god i’m the hottest on earth
got a couple youngins that’ll put you on a shirt
and i love my little n-gg-s because they always shoot first

headshots, slam jam, we don’t play around
the opps hear that gun sound when we come around
catch a p-ssy n-gg- lacking, then gun him down
i run to town, tell my plug to bring another pound
cause i be getting sh-t off
lil bibby, i’m a motherf-cking boss
like ross, go in the store, and buy whatever, don’t give a f-ck what it costs

if i’m the underdog, get ready for an upset
got these haters upset because me and broski up next
i just ball hard, trap money, f-ck checks
couple tracks kill, i’m the only suspect
i just plead guilty, because y’all be hearing me
somebody call the doctor, tell him to put some fear in me
i’m so east side, i be where the killers be
headshot damage you physically and mentally
i don’t think they get that
they’re stealing bars, i’m like “can i have my sh-t back”
where the licks at, hit it then i split that

- lil bibby lyrics

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