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  • Текст песни Lil B - A Zilli

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    Тут находится текст песни Lil B - A Zilli, а также перевод, видео и клип.

    Yeah man it's ya boy Lil B
    Shouts out to Young Money, you feel me
    Lil' Wayne want A Milli
    I want A Zilli, Bay Area Boys

    Give me that quarterback
    Tell her spit sixteens i'm mister clean
    Very tropical x-Game Heem
    Yes Heem checks Heem
    I want that money all them racks
    Boys is playing games
    I'm a trouble, I'm taking all of that
    Berkeley Boys up on the map
    I swear she bad, she licked my sack
    Brrangdangdangdang, all I asked
    And then she blew me out my strap
    Niggas say that I can't rap because
    I'm from the west coast
    I'm just complex, like the magazine
    I'm so fresh, so clean
    Pink Dolphin is all I wear
    Look at my eyes, your diamonds stare
    Your girl wanna cut, bitch I don't care
    I'm a bad boy like Dilinjah
    Hills lex, shoulders bent
    Ask them, order them check that, buy that
    Scratch that, buy that
    Momma in the cut, what you doing
    Looking for the chewing
    Me and my boys riding high
    That's what I'm doing looking for a lesbian
    That like to kiss pussy
    I was hitting it from the back
    While her friend licked that coochie
    Man, I'm looking for a pro
    Give a shit about a rookie
    Like a win-a-slam dunk 'test
    Dunking on her booty
    Man, I love to sit back-seat
    I need a limo driver
    Man, I smoked so many blunts
    I ain't trying to get no higher
    Man they say that I'm on fire
    There's no need to pass a lighter
    If you want to let it burn
    I'll proceed to get you higher
    I'm a king, she called she called me sire
    Yes my brain, is automatic
    Man, I been deserved a Grammy
    She don't give it I'm a grab it
    Please step up I let them have it
    Please wrap up I let them have it

    Ok, Ok, Ok, Ok i'm reloaded

    Be so be so classy
    I took her face, the chick was nasty
    Man, you ask me what I'm doing
    Boy, I took her babby
    Hey baby, where she had me
    At my shows, I let her grab me
    Where it's cindy where it's brandy, man
    We gotta head up the parties
    Oh my god, I'm looking sporty
    Oh my god, Kiesha's naughty
    Gave me head at Kiesha's party
    Lord for give me for what I've started
    I'm a legend in the jungle
    Only suckas eat the lions
    And the lions get the money why you stop me
    Why you trying why they hate me
    Why you trying suck now-or later's
    Seen a fine girl she gone suck now or later
    I'm a big boy, like shaq uh, like shazzam
    Bitch, alls about them msonics
    Fo sho little msanne
    Scrizam about them hisonics
    Code face bengies
    Bet your girlfriend call me 12 inch drilly
    Hit it from the back, from the si-zide
    All his-eems, siz-eems, yeah boss, naw mean
    Ask him, ask her, boss, naw mean
    Man, boy, want a verse that's 35 g's
    Think about it for a second
    Think about it for a second
    Like this, I got a dream
    And I'm the king, naw mean
    Shit, paper paper's all I'm after
    All that money, mucho dinero
    Yes man, mucho, how I'm doing macho manos
    Hit that thing like pornostar
    Triple X, I'm the best
    Fuck yes, I'm the best
    Like Busta Rhymes, I'll break your neck

    Blaze the blunts, yeah, yeah man
    Pass me that weed man
    Light up that blunt, yeah
    Blaze the blunts, Blaze the blunts
    Blaze the blunts yeah, Aye

    Check, I'm not on your level i'm a cyborg
    A lot of rappers in this game
    Want to live and die for it
    I told them I ain't playing
    I told them I ain't rapping
    This some real life shit I ain't just rapping
    I'm an underground king like UGK
    But they ain't feeling me
    I told them I'll be history
    You like me or you hate me
    But I choose to be on top
    Cause I can't be on the bottom
    Man, my name is Lil B
    Brrangdang and I got them
    Man, I love to set trends
    Young Bitch about my dollars
    Six inch heels in the scraper titty-bopping
    Told them I'm a problem
    Man they need to get them ready
    Want to hit but you can't touch
    Just like the tip of a machete
    Because I'm ready tats on deck, Ass on deck
    And Stacks on deck and glass on deck
    And Hoes up next the West up next
    And Berkeley up next tikkity Tikkity Tock
    Now I done looked up on the wall
    Mirror mirror on the wall
    Who's the fairest of them all
    Who's the baddest of the land i am, I am
    Lil B is and you know that shit

    Man it ya boy Lil B, for Lil Boss, man
    My boy said I wasn't going to do this
    And he said he going to pay me to do it, man
    So I did it pack boys, Bay Area
    They say "since you from the
    West coast you can't rap"
    Man, basedboys all day lil B, myspacecom
    Packalbums easily, it's a wrap

    Кто самый плохой из земли, я, я
    Лил Б, и ты знаешь, что дерьмо

    Человек это, мальчик, Lil B, для Lil Boss, Man
    Мой мальчик сказал, что я не собираюсь этого делать
    И он сказал, что собирается заплатить мне, чтобы сделать это, чувак
    Итак, я сделал это, упаковывает мальчики, район Бэй
    Они говорят: «С тех пор, как вы из
    Западное побережье вы не можете рэп "
    Человек, базирующаяся в весь день Lil B, MySpacecom
    Packalbums легко, это обертка

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