Текст песни Clams Casino - I'm God

Chillounge Station (Part 7)
Жанр: Lounge
Исполнитель: Clams Casino
Альбом: Chillounge Station (Part 7)
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You know I always wanted to be the best You know I always wanted to be god This is real talk It's Lil' B, yeah My new name is BasedGod, ice cream paintjob Only come out in the dim lights, vampire Shouts out to A.E. for riding in that 6-0 Roof out, stick slow, think fast, talk slow Dude tried to play me, leave him with his bitch broke Sorry for the cuss words, fuck that, curse mode Bruh did thangs, shoulda been in the Hearse fo' Now I'm spittin' rap shit, gave me suttin' to live fo' Hit him with the P-9, bet it'll make his ribs show Rap game is too fake, real niggaz lay low Word around town that you living with a halo Bet I got killers puttin' cash on Halo No X-Box, shouts out to Toon, baby Free Toon, baby, free Rocky, bitch Free Rocky, free Rocky, bitch Free Toon, baby Feel me, yeah Bruh think I'm gay kuz I'm grinding in my tiny pants Bet I'm the only goon nigga in these tiny pants Sending off shots, kick-back make ya wrist jam Fully-loaded thing on my arm like a wristband You don't wanna Space Jam, better off to vacate No, it's no template, the textures, 6 kids, reckless Hands around your neck like a necklace Leave you screwed and chopped, have him thinkin' he in Texas, nigga Yeah, you know what I mean The mind is so complex when you're Based 32 Levels Welcome to my world, like I said I been ready And it feels good to be here now Finally realized, who's the rawest rapper (Yes) Lil' B Just kuz you're a rich rapper don't really mean shit I'll come to ya crib and clear that whole bitch out Lil B I'm God lyrics found on And then blow the switch out, my mouth put the stick out I can't be high and robbin' pussies with my dick out I guess I'm a showoff, take my raincoat off I'm so wet that the pussy get mad at me Switch cars, new colors, call it raspberry Got my own website with the dot com Take it out the bag, open stove like Top Ramen I don't sell coke, my niggaz look out for me They ain't wanna let me fall off the (balcony) That's like losing Mike Vick on the Falcon team We a faculty, but I'm the team leader I pass you guys, I'm in the two-seater And what's wrong with you, this is Hip-Hop This that '09 shit, I call it Based World Based World (Yes) That's what I call it, Based World (yeah) You know what I mean So just to tell you, it's a wrap to anybody that thought they had it Ya need to think again Throw ya hands up, it's Lil' B for lil' boys I need all the Based energy I can (Uh-huh) Yeah is this what you really want, ya got me in the flesh now No, I'm not stressed out, I'm God, I'm the best out Rap transperant, my see-through glasses Incoherent, and no I'm not starin' I just see through you And from your heartbeat you is soft in the middle I'm real on the outside, solid in the inside, bitch, it's the Westside Chopper in the trunk, leave you soaked like a wet slide It's a part-time, rap game is my shit I'm so sick, I'm feeling so nauseous Somebody tell the earth I'm the best now Somebody tell the ocean I'm the best out Somebody tell the trees, I'm here now Somebody tell the world I'm Based now See me in outerspace, I'm outta reach today Celebrate for me, I'm Based for life
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