Yee lyrics

by

Lil B


(Verse 1: Lil B)
I'ma still f*ck the b*tch, n*ggas gon' hate that
Sitting fo' doe in that, 05 Maybach
b*tch gon' suck di*k
Young Basedgod stupid, b*tch you can hate that
I'm flexing, baby Aston Martin with the race track
Flex that stupid sh*t, n*ggas gon' love that
She asking "Can you buy that?"
b*tch are you nasty
Paying for the as*h*le
I'm like b*tch I'm talking cash-fold
The b*tch suck my di*k cause I look like Fidel Castro
I think I got b*tches, look at me (Wassup?)
Look at me I got b*tches (Yes)
Like YEE
Flexing baby TEE
There go Lil B!
Tiny shirt, f*ck yo b*tch
Yo ho in the StrEEt
There go Lil B!
Paid a thousand dollars
The b*tch sucked on my MEAT
55 BasedGod, b*tch look at ME

(Talking: Lil B)
You know what I'm saying, (yep) aye man, n*ggas be stealing my swag man, Imma tell you something man you know what I'm saying, n*ggas don't - aye, I do this, man n*ggas playing with me, bruh , god damn, I see what it is in the rap game, though, I see what you gotta do, I see what you gotta do with this sh*t, So I already know what it is, man, I know what I gotta do, yeah
(Verse 2: Lil B)
Tiny shirt, flexing, extra small
f*cking b*tches in the ass, I think I'm Basedgod
b*tch call me A-Rod, Wayne Gretsky
56 b*tches and they all wanna f*ck me
Everyday I'm lucky the b*tches wanna f*ck me
Even when I'm ugly the b*tches wanna f*ck me
Paying ten thousand, for a b*tch just to suck me
Call me Harry Potter, I trick on b*tches
Do you like magic, POOF, there go ten grand
The b*tch gon' suck my di*k, call me Frank Lucas
I'm a superstar and I feel like cupid
b*tches wanna f*ck me
I'm not gonna f*ck you, cause I'm so picky
And I'm so funny
The b*tch suck my di*k, man, and I might pay her money
Call me the Basedgod, b*tch you look so funny
Take this thirty grand and suck the di*k for the money
Basedgod!

(Outro: Lil B)
You know what I'm saying, we do what we do man, f*ck 'em
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