Pretty Boy Anthem lyrics

by

Lil B


[Produced by Eskay]

[Intro: Lil B]
"Oh my God where you takin' me? I hope theres b*tches, please let there be b*tches
Wherever I am goin just please let there be b*tches, I want more b*tches than this. Please
Let this be a sick dream. If theres no b*tches here I don't wanna be here
Get me away from this, let me. Wake me up. f*ck, I hope I wake up. This is horrible. Wheres the b*tches?'

[Hook:LilB]
I f*cked alotta hoes (x8)
I f*cked a rich ho (x8)

[Verse 1]
Call me Klay Thompson cause I won't save a b*tch (figarrrro)
If Klay won't save, then I won't save
Aston Martin b*tch get my coat and my money (b*tch you know wassup)
b*tch get my goddamn coat out da front (please)
Im f*ckin' hoes and then I thank the Based God (hurry up!)
Call me Iman Shumpert f*cked her in a Hummer (figarrrro)
I flex baby key b*tch give my f*ckin' money (Ahh!)
Old school playa ain't a damn thing funny b*tch!

[Interlude]
"Uh you remember back in my day when they didn't have any b*tches?"
"What?" You aren't gonna f*ck anymore b*tches Lil B we're gonna lock you up and throw away the key
And we don't want you f*ck any b*tches!" (Noooooo!)
[Hook:LilB]
I f*cked alotta hoes (x8)
I f*cked a rich ho (x8)

Punk ass b*tch 'gon tell me how it go
Call me Based God b*tch I look like the Pope (mamaa)
I got ten b*tches and they call me Bill O'Reilly (figarrro)
I look like Madonna, b*tch I'm a farmer
I'll pick ya cotton b*tch but don't call me a farmer (figarrro)
Call me a genius
I'll f*ck ya an I'll leave ya
I got ten b*tches and they look like Serena(Mmmm)
They might play tennis
Imma f*ck the witness
Your b*tch on my di*k and I told her "Pay attention" (figarrro)

[Hook:LilB]
I f*cked alotta hoes (x8)
I f*cked a rich ho (x8)
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