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[Verse 1 - Lil
I got a lot of money
Pop that for me
My homie got that
He'll it at a copper
Hey party, gangsta party, gangsta party!
Stove on my
Cook your ass up
All-black .44 do you want
I'm going at your like Oil of Olay
No champagne, but you know my rose
Swagger on Canseco, Jose
No Limit Records: We so 'bout it it
I'm than a bitch
Feel like a climbed a mountain
Illest you know, my accountants still counting
Shots hit him a ago
But his still bouncing
Beam on the hammer, beam on forehead
Gotta kill the witnesses Birdman car red
Monster, Eagle Street preacher
Come to funeral, kill everybody but the preacher!
I in Miami, nigga
I'll South ya
Leach, uh that's how we ballin
You know that I'm loaded but please don't take a
Beat one of you bitch niggas up John Cena
hoes on your money
Tell them we coming
Before we get it
We ain't saving hoes, we
Yea Gangsta party, gangsta party, party!
Big Desert Eagle, call it "shotty"
How'd you get that
Stunna me that
The zan took me
Patron brought me
I'm leaning on you
Like I a flat
And that Glock back like a old Starter hat
What the lick I'm in the big league
I'm a breath of air
Let the breathe!
I'm trying to
But I had to do it, dev
I'm at the like
"I had to do it, rev!"
Mack you my big
I a wig for you
Put on the repeat
Until they me
Moment of clarity:
That's my diamond
I keep a fine
Cause I like the things
F-ck with me
No on the whip
got nothing in mind
Carter 4, they f-cking with mine
I that Sorry 4 The Wait
To up for the time

2 - Lil B]
Yeah I do my thang, wassup?
Young BasedGod, in with the ballers
out chain, bitch
I'm off that same shit
See 5 on my dick, bitch, it's Christmas
Straight Westside, Bay
Bitch, graze em
boy shit, BasedGod from the angles
On like a cradle and you niggas stop me
Shouts out to Mack getting rich and cocky.
Bitches still
out to Weezy
Young BasedGod that .55 heater
187 bitch, I put it to 11
With that tiny shirt
And the pants mane
I'm on BasedWorld and I f-ck cash Money my niggas.
Don't man
The game a chain
Woo woo! Swag, bitch, man
Bra off the top, I'm a hitter
My life a painting
And I you a picture, mane
Thing about it: a young nigga
This that music: bitch, I just do's it
Lil B and I'll muthaf-ckin prove it
We