Pretty Boy Music 2015 - Lil B

Like I said, man

I based freestyle

This for my real gutta

You know what I’m saying, we gutta all day

We do this, man

Eastside, Westside, Southside, what up

Midwest, under, under

Like I said, it’s your boy Lil B

Pretty boy music, still got bitches

No homo bitch, I fuck a bitch in the kitchen

You hating on me, man you must be tripping

I wake your ass up like a coat that’s unzipping

Hit a homerun, you can call me Cal Ripken

Fuck ten bitches like Kentucky

Yeah, shout out to my nigga Russ Smith

Pimpin hoes and they always cash out

fuck that bitch mouth

I told her get her ass home

I don’t pay child support, bitch that’s arguments

And I knock you in target

these hoes lying

Man, these hoes is diamonds

This bitch fuck ten niggas for 30 fucking dollars

Bitch better graveyard shift for that icing

Real niggas come up, work and get righteous

You know what I’m saying, bitch I might bite you

Fuck that shit man, it’s all played out

2013 man, we running in your house

A lot of niggas don’t lie for real

Man fucked 25 bitches and that’s not right

Shout out to the tricks putting hoes on ice

Bitch come with me, man you know what I like

Rocking to the top bitch, I’m rocking all night

Fucked her, know what I’m saying, fucked her all right

Shout out the Berkley High, man

Shout out Oakland Tech

Albany High, El

Mask off man, you ain’t gonna rob me bitch

Ride around town with the car full of gangsters

Everybody know I rock with the gangstas

Pull that yoppa out, you think that I’m faking

Man, you must be crazy, run up on me

Man you tripping, you lazy

I knock your ass out, play with extensions

Fuck a hand gun, I don’t play with extensions

Slap the bitch ass

You know what I’m saying

Know what I’m saying, we slapping niggas 2015, man

Like I said man, based freestyle

We do what we do, pure