(BasedGod!)
It’s that Gold House, it’s that real sh#t mane
Oh my God I’m back
(Gold House, Gold House b#tch!)
We do everything, it’s your boy Lil B
You can’t f#ck with me, damn I move swiftly
Million dollar sh#t cause the kid tote fifty
Back in the gold house, riding with the dope out
They don’t play this on the radio, I got some things on my mind
For the f#cking record, I’m a f#cking legend
Million off top b#tch you gotta f#cking respect it
f#ck f#ckin rhyming I’m a spit that gangsta sh#t
This is how I live, f#ck how you feel
I got the b on the grill
Ten up to God
Man I swear to God I send you b#tches up to God
Don’t f#ck with me and I don’t gotta f#ck with you
No I’m not a f#ckin lick
Extra clips like a flick
Ten hoes down cause I’m twenty hands deep
Boy it’s real on the field I got player of the week
And f#ck you lame n#gg#s cause your boy real clique
I don’t gotta call the goons cause you know I’m down for cheap
Based God
Killah, killah, I’m the f#ckin thriller
Everybody know that I’m a f#ckin killah
Killah, killah, I’m the f#ckin thriller
Everybody know that your boy is a killah
Killah, killah, I’m the f#ckin thriller
Everybody know that I’m a f#ckin killah
Killah, killah, I’m the f#ckin thriller
Everybody know that your boy is a killah
It’s that grown man sh#t
The chop make his head split
And you don’t want to play games
Still up on that gat sh#t
And when you close your eyes that 45 on your man sh#t
That boy think he cool the red beam make him dancing
Keep it real humble, got the nine for your fam sh#t
They know you plotting on me but I’m still up in that trap sh#t
You know I got gunners in the back, and they nasty
I don’t ever make no calls I just appear like magic
Pay fifty thousand so the ho suck my dick
b#tch I finance the head I pay three hundred of the week
b#tch I know what it is b#tch, it’s Frank Sinatra
30 on my dick and I won’t endorse the chopper
The people made me, my momma raised me
The streets pay me, I’m a f#cking G
I’m a tell you like this, f#ck around with me
Dick up in that #ss b#tch, don’t touch my seats
Killah, killah, I’m the f#ckin thriller
Everybody know that I’m a f#ckin killah
Killah, killah, I’m the f#ckin thriller
Everybody know that your boy is a killah
Killah, killah, I’m the f#ckin thriller
Everybody know that I’m a f#ckin killah
Killah, killah, I’m the f#ckin thriller
Everybody know that your boy is a killah
Like I said, Gold House mixtape
Shouts out to the b#tch Mob, you feel me
Only featuring Lil B featuring b#tch Mob
Sponsored by Based World
I’m like Killah
Based God, you feel me
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