tiny pants bitch lyrics – lil’ b

tiny pants b*tch

[intro:]
(but your girl choose up i’m a bag her and i sn*tch her.
b town boy with them tiny tiny tiny pants)
real n*gg*s in this motherf*cker; i’m back b*tch
basedgod you feel me? lil b for little boss, man
tiny pants on like a f*gget
ya’ll n*gg*s can suck my d*ck, i’m pullin b*tches
hunned million… i’m goin in on this motherf*cker
i ain’t never gave a f*ck about nothing n*gg*
f*ck the world n*gg* and f*ck me. basedgod n*gg*

[verse 1:]
ten on my d*ck with them b*tches on my d*ck
bruh get mad cause i say what i want
b*tch, it’s young basedgod with them gold grill fronts
swaggin out the door… b*tch just like a f*gget
twerking in the game, i was born with the swag
born with the base, i’m a young trapping ho…
f*cking all these b*tches in the face, you ain’t know?
been ice skating… young wayne gretzky…
sittin in the scr*per, no license b*tch arrest me
came out the hood now i’m f*ckin with the suburbs
sleeping in the mansion… love flexing hummers
two iced chains with them rings like a b*tch
hoes on my d*ck cause i’m that pretty b*tch
i got a bad broad and i still might rob her…
man you thinking i’m a ho, hit your *ss with the chopper. b*tch

[hook:]
(b-town boy with them tiny tiny tiny pants,
just when your girl choose up i’m a bag her and i sn*tched her)
basedgod you feel me? i ain’t never gave a f*ck about none of this sh*t, n*gg*
f*ck that, i ain’t never had to work a day in my life n*gg*
i don’t give a f*ck about none of that sh*t
i’m a say what i feel, i’m a do what i want… and i’m a die n*gg*
you feel me? us n*gg*s keep it one hunned, and i live my life
real sh*t, basedgod in this motherf*cker i ain’t never gave a f*ck bruh…

[verse 2:]
stright waterfront… straight west side, b*tch
i do this sh*t the long way… pump with the pump fake
came from the whip with the mask and the duct tape…
2010 i’m a run? n*gg* f*ck that…
posted on the block… got cought slipping
play with the shotgun. i was starting where you finish
looked him in his eyes, he had a mask on his face
young basedgod put a b*tch in his place
tiny pants yeah, and i’m riding on a full tank
bulletproof vest, purple jeans looking fruity
then i pull your ho and i f*ck her on the gucci
dirty *ss vans, got you thinking that i’m losing
pull ten out you dumb suckas looking foolish
west berkeley boss blowin’ smoke where the roof is
riding around town b*tch ask how i do this
waterfront legend basedgod i’m going stupid n*gg*…

[outro:]
(b-town boy with them tiny tiny tiny pants,
just when your girl choose up i’m a bag her and i sn*tched her)
that’s how we do it b*tch…
you feel me? waterfront, seventh street…
ya’ll motherf*ckers are sleeping, i ain’t never gave a f*ck, b*tch
i got tiny *ss yellow pants on, tiny *ss green pants on…
n*gg*s can’t f*ck with me. none of you n*gg*s
i swear on my life, b*tch… i’m ready to die, n*gg*…
f*ck all you b*tch *ss n*gg*s… f*ck everybody…
rawest rapper alive…

/ lil b lyrics