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Lil B lyrics : "Rags To Riches"

We've met a lot of times
And family, I met you a lot of times man
You feel me?

I know you said numb this %#@! man
I know you talkin bout you ain't leavin me man but?
^!$$% sound like you man

(*##$ you know it's all gutta

Yea, how you ^!$$%s gon feel that

I come with the Glock to scope your #~!!@ red back
Gon see these bullets, you can go a ^!$$% 10 strap
Made it from rag to riches, I really get that

You don't understand, cuz you don't really get back
You a good actor, you ain't really near that
My broke (*##$ drive Maserati

She cool with me, you know we down to catch a body
Glock 9 kick back like a pump shawty
Girlfriend duck, she a dumb hottie

Real talk man, the ^!$$% need somebody
I breathe like you, I dream like you
I'm just based god, bade god, fiendin for the based god

Let me tell you something bout the mother$#&@in based god
^!$$%s jumped quick on the next hype
Sell drugs and guns in my past life

Nah tickets, of our mother$#&@in past life
Gotta sign this 16, tell me what's that like
Still in the hood with the mother$#&@in crack pipes

Guns in the struggle, still with the red eyes
Still with that mother$#&@in muscle
^!$$%s in the street, have to have, hard to hustle

^!$$%s catch says and get back on the double
Take 2 for 1, you really in trouble
Really got problems, ya sure who love you

Calling from the angels, nobody was above you
Money can't buy when a real friend hug you
Of course the next trust, really say they love you

I'm packin my clothes, just movin out to Paris
Negatives 3d, I gotta play even
Money coming out the wall about 10 seasons

Whole court (*##$, I'm going too creezy
(*##$es feel me, ^!$$%s hatin on me
But I swear to God, man they ho $#&@in feel me

All day man, I'm all off Achile
$#&@ing around with me is really no ceilings


Shout out to Lil Wayne, yea
Lil B, ya feel me?
I get a lil brain from the bad (*##$

And I swear to God she ain't have no accent
This Lil B!

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