All In Me lyrics

by

J Dilla


[Intro]
Man, it's your boy Lil B, n*gga
Free Lil Boosie, n*gga
Waterfront, n*gga
Pretty boys, rich boys, based boys

[Verse 1: Lil B]
I was raised around pimps n*gga
It's BasedGod, new 2010
b*tch with that ho on my di*k
These n*ggas jealous of me
Well f*ck 'em, I done f*ck they b*tches
Tiny shirt and tiny pants, I done gave 'em my b*tches
I done f*cked her in the ass, man I been bounce back
Got that paper out that b*tch, bruh I been hit that
These suckers so 2006, man I been touch candy
These suckers hate on BasedGod, b*tch you don't understand me
I'm bumping bad Wu-Tang with a bad-ass b*tch
Her pus*y look like PCP and I done took me a hit
Triple XX music with that BasedGod talent
Pretty boy, rich n*gga make my goons violent
Bruh talking all that sh*t, cause I wear pink shirts
And they mad cause I cuss, and I done did it in church
Give a f*ck what you think, b*tch it's BasedGod n*gga
Candy coated 45 with my b*tch on the trigger
Picture me up in the Phantom with a young-ass chauffeur
And that b*tch suck my di*k and she park my Rover
For that n*gga that punched me in my motherf*cking face
I'mma take his main b*tch and I'mma f*ck her face
[Hook]
Yeah, you f*cking b*tch n*gga
BasedGod
BasedGod
BasedGod
Yeah, that b*tch sucked yo di*k n*gga
BasedGod
BasedGod
BasedGod
Man we with that pretty boy
BasedGod
BasedGod
BasedGod
What the f*ck you rapping every day
BasedGod
BasedGod
BasedGod

[Verse 2]
Young BasedGod, I done been that problem
So many b*tches on my di*k, now they hate my mama
Know I'm flexing up on 10s with that yin-yang visage
n*ggas hating on my di*k but they life going widow
Got me f*cked up with your main b*tch, you know I ain't gon' pay sh*t
These hoes up on my di*k cause I'm pretty and I rap sh*t
Got 5 with that AK with 20 on my display
You choose up, I'm okay, I look too good anyway
All these hoes on me now cause I'm conceited as ever
Young BasedGod with that swag, man I'm hot as my sweater
God damn, brrang-dang-dang, man I'm sharp as a razor
I f*ck my ho on her mouth and then I count that paper
God damn, you suckers hating on me
I ain't even on TV and taking pictures on streets
God damn, BasedGod, n*gga swagged up shawty
While I'm screaming Free Boosie and I tip that 40
[Hook]

[Verse 3]
God, damn, I'm, hot
n*ggas, mad, b*tches, not
My, swag, to the, top
You wife is my motherf*cking bop
Bet my fav' b*tch eat the limp-di*k pus*y
I'm riding round, b*tch I'm high with a batch of choosing
n*gga I'm internet famous
YouTube famous
World star, based star, got the cash raining
Rich n*gga sh*t came, the f*ck you saying
f*ck my b*tch in her ass and she start complaining
Maybach with TVs in that dashboard chillin'
Make that ho suck my di*k, yeah b*tch I payed for it
n*ggas hating on me cause I been bout paper
Skinny n*gga with a Range like I play for the Lakers
n*ggas hating on my di*k, b*tch, do me a favor
Sign that ballot with my name, b*tch elect me for mayor

[Hook]
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