Thank God I’m Based Lyrics – Lil B
Singer: Lil B
Title: Thank God I’m Based
Excess
Super fly, b*t*h, I feel like I’m the baddest
Pretty n***as, close your eyes to see my status (Yeah)
B*t*h, I’m in the best and I’m blowing on the baddest
Young n***a in the game, this rap sh*t is getting tragic (Getting tragic)
So we came through, made based sh*t
Based sh*t, gave sh*t
They want a n***a, so yeah, I’m automatic
Your b*t*h is automatic and her pu**y automatic, yeah
Boss the clique, boss up and toss the [?]
She see me, I’m like a Laker b*t*h, of course I’m hot
Excess, excess, excess, excess
Excess, excess, excess, excess
Excess, excess, excess, excess
Excess, excess, excess, yeah
I’m smoking, rolling a blunt, taking photos
Give me four [?], space for your chick
[?] to my clique, the [?] is here
Looking at myself, b*t*h, I don’t see the f**king mirror
[?] is getting hot, that b*t*h is moving chandeliers
Dancing right here, the man right here, yeah
No sand man, but the sand right here
The beach right here, your b*t*h right here, yeah
Huh, get it? No sand, but your beach right here
No sand, where the b*t*hes? No sand, where the beach?
Where the beaches?
Yeah, hot in here, yeah
Raiders, Young L, my brother (Yeah, yeah, b*t*h)
Young L, [?], we spit legendary bars
And I’m so motherf**king hot, I can make a legendary pause (Legendary pause)
That mean I don’t switch sh*t [?] for a minute
And then I hop back up in it, and your b*t*h, she up in it (She up in it)
Yeah, we riding, [?]
Like a toxic waste, I’m in a toxic place
I’m so sick, so sick, I need a doctor
Doctors can’t follow, these doctors ain’t holla-ing at me
Baby, I’m so f**king wet
Wetter than a b*t*h, but not like that
It’s a first try freestyle, [?]
N***a, a little bit of me style (Me style)
Like young [?] said, yeah, that’s my brother
We gon’ keep them looking
Smother these suckers with that [?], yeah
Smother your mother (Yeah), yeah
Smother your mother (Smother your mother baby), striaght up man
Young L, [?] in this byiatch
Excess, wolf pack
Wonder how I spit this f**king crack up in my closet
In my closet, closet, crack up in my closet, uh
Spit this sh*t so raw, it just sounds wet, looks like a faucet
Wet, looks like a faucet, baby, baby
Ha, falsetto, she singing all my songs
And she love the pack and she wearing all the thongs
And when she come home from the club, I’ma rub all on the butt
And then we just, we just gon’ smut (Smut baby)
Smut baby, smut with the boss, ha
Smut with the boss
Just f**k with the boss (f**k with the boss)
It’s your loss (It’s your loss), ha
Heh, ha, it’s your loss then
I don’t loss them, cause I’m back now
In the pack now, b*t*h, we back now
Naw, huh, we never back down
In the mist of heat, cause b*t*h, we here
And we don’t need a f**king fleet
Huh, it’s two feet
Two arm, two eyes and we don’t need to speak
Huh, we run this sh*t
Excess, we run this sh*t
That’s all I needed
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