Tank of Propaine lyrics

by

Lil B


[Intro:]
This is what happens when you have so many b*tches
You get depressed and go insane
Oh my god based god, yeah

[Verse: 1]
I got b*tches, this real b*tch music
f*ck hating suckas I got the girls to prove it
My b*tch look good, she the same as color as a buick
f*ck is you doing? Them b*tches ain't choosin'
They love the Based God, the b*tch is not a groupie
I met the Based God and no he's not stupid
He said he'll tie me to a tank of propane (The Game)
King of the hill Based God, b*tches call me a-rod
Ask me 'bout the clique man, b*tch Mob
Lil B is in b*tch Mob
Based God supports the b*tch Mob
Everybody know that Based f*cked my b*tch huh
Everybody know that I still rep the clique huh
Shout out (laugh)(meh)
Man she still suck my di*k huh
Young Based God, I gotta beautiful b*tch mob
Watchu' wanna do boy, I still f*ck your b*tch then
Scuba diving swag and the Based God the ruler yeah

[Outro:]
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