Based n*ggas lyrics

by

Cormega


[Intro]
Red Flame
Yeah, n*gga, I got some real hate in my heart
Lil B rep that 7 block, my n*gga
b*tch Mob in this muhf*cka, tiny pants, everything
n*gga, I'm strapped up with a thirty di*k with the tiny pants, n*gga
100, b*tch

[Verse 1]
b*tch, I got swag
I beg your pardon
Based God, tiny shirts and Aston Martins
Thirty clip on me
Shotgun on me
I'm high and I'm lonely
n*gga play, then I'm testin' him
Fifty b*tches on my di*k, ho; come again
I can't hear you in the new Phantom
Hood n*ggas, b*tch, I don't believe in Santa
Cause I'm comin' in your house myself
Merry Christmas, Lil B got a thirty round
Happy New Year, Lil B be bulletproof
Gung Hay Fat Choy, b*tch, I will shoot
n*ggas
Punch me on YouTube
Now I'm huntin' for a n*gga like Blue's Clues
Now I'm huntin' for a n*gga like a racist
Peekaboo, b*tch, your car's spade of aces
[Hook]
They call me deala (DEALA!)
They say we killas (KILLAS!)
Who we be? (what?)
Based n*ggas
Hah, bruh, they say we dealas (DEALAS!)
They call me killa (the killa!)
Who we be?
Based n*ggas
[X2]

[Verse 2]
First time I robbed a b*tch I was fifteen
I'm a goon so these girls be scared of me
Got the gun in my tiny pants, I'm a faggot
Buy my girlfriend a b*tch, wouldn't let me have it
Probation ain't sh*t to me
What the f*ck I did last year is history
Westside, I'm an old b*tch
b*tch Mob, tiny pants with the thirty clips
This ain't a love song, no Ryan Leslie
I got AKs
b*tch, I'm Phill Collins
Got shotguns
b*tch, I'm George Clooney
Only n*gga in the hood with a pink Uzi
Lied to the b*tch
I won't buy the pus*y
And I'm rich and I still won't buy her Gucci
I rob a b*tch
Trickin' cash
b*tch Mob, pretty b*tch, you can kiss my ass
[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I'll leave you in the chair like Ethan Hawke
So many b*tches on my di*k, I can't even talk
And I'm still reppin' Waterfront
And I still got these gold fronts
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