Lyrics:
for a cup? Three-fifty
What I payed for a pint? A cheap Civic
You got two ears for a reason, bitch, listen
Somehow I got lean on my BB Simon
How
Big baby in a building
Like I'm building
Body pressing
Beat jumping
Mic wrecking
Get sent to heaven
Sent by the villain
Super powers
Call me eleven
Bb simmons
Oops I mean Bb Simon
I be sayin whatever sound alright
Long as that bitch is rhyming
Niggas doin whatever
Even if it's gay
As long it get em
red hair inside this B&B
V Too Paste Hold Ctrl+C For for niggas copy me
Never trusted niggas, I'm not hangin' on no block with em
Newbie silky with
that you see on a TV screen
I need my money in all blues like BB King
VVs bling bright as bitch, high as a cliff
Shut the fuck up when your highness is
gain as much and then change
Because you famous, famous
Because you famous
Fame, claim that you now the king
Because you famous, famous
Because you
Come on, come on!
Let' start the battle
I got the type of skills that make you wanna quit
We got that raw shit
Tajai
Gib mir das Mic
King
If you're not having any luck with the girls
You need to step into the spotlight world
Watch some movies with Steve McQueen
Get some music by BB King
a pimp ? ? ? ,
And slang this quarter like calone, by that nigga pervis ? ? ?
Ain't no limits to these hits that I make
The ice cream man, the king pin
like B.B. king on guitar
I'm the true fist of the north star!
Ooh! What a tangled web we weave
When first we practice to deceive
Guns be clickin' runnin
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MANDZU bb is the king ana n3ich lla7da o nta ghi 7lemha
(Okay)
Life seem like Stephen King pardon my blues, BB King (The Blues)
This no deleted scenes I can tell by the fleeting beings (Whoa)
Fortunate King
to you
But it's what we deserve
Needle on the track, I'm dope
You niggas got some nerve
That's drug talk, '88 volvo
Gold bbs, man rest in peace, macho
selling weed
Fucking up my prestige, 'til I live with the blues
BB King or the neighbors of Snoop, that's why I'm
In the club like fuck it, though
The name's Fiyablasta, got it memorized?
The abstract king is about to give you oblivion
Giving you vivid lyrics of written killings by spilling
Brother, Derek X, kick flavor
I do my thing like B.B. King my microphone is named Lucille
Throw a dip in my hip so they call me extra ill
Making big
generation, confederation see through lies
Treaties of BB bread me bean bc beegee of fiji water, fuck you coming from?
Dickhead man, you fuckin up, militant
fraud now you barred
For real, check it, I pull strings like B.B. King on guitar
I'm the true Fist of the North Star!
Ooh! What a tangled web we weave
a puppeteer
Fuck it I'm BB King up on stage I know it isn't fair
But we kick it you run from the dojo
You was born with a lick but maneuver this world like
Brother, Derek X, kick flavor
I do my thing like B.B. King my microphone is named Lucille
Throw a dip in my hip so they call me extra ill
Making big
Martin Luther B.B. King
You had a dream and you make us swing
Doctor Winston J.F.K.
You had a dream but they blew you away
Americana panorama
If I were a guitar
I'd like to be played by BB king
If I were a little dog
Rufus Thomas could walk me
Oh, but I'm a man
Who needs to be loved, baby
he touched his wedding ring
He kept thinking of Chuck Berry,
Howlin' Wolf and B.B. King
Then the band it took a break
and it was possible to talk
with nothin' to loose
I BB a king so let me sing you the blues
Let me lay down the rules,
Get money by all means,
Survive at all costs put god 'bove
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