Lil B - Worldwide lyrics

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Lil B - Worldwide lyrics

[Sample: Yeah Yeah Yeah's "Runaway"] Run, run, run away Lost, lost, lost my mind (I'd) like you to stay Want you to be my prize [Intro] BasedPrint Volume 2 It's your boy Lil B It's a victory, yeah, we did it Worldwide salute! Based music worldwide, salute We in this, you feel me? [Verse] Talk a lot of sh** and get dumped by the rockets, man And if you need a n***a, got a rock in his pockets, man And watch this sh**, up chop, I block for the dope land And after I finish, take tips with the Birdman And, I'm saying man f** that illegal, illegal You gonna get some jacked And n***as, young or old and feeble Bullets have no face I'm there, f**ed up, sh** And in your chest, hollow bullets you stuck with Unless plastic surgery will help you But ain't got to money to replace your face But I got a gun that will lower your heartrate And it s**s that you got that Heartache, ducked it in the park Where your body parts are Don't let me get the pistol Whip it till my palms are red Throw [?] tops Gone hit you, don't squirm and switch I got the Glock, shoot you, don't come back When I was five, introduced to pot weed Whatever you need, smoking my trees Holding Glocks tagged on the blocks Chilling with my n***as, man, fade on the new blocks You too young to get swishas we we ask some dude Dude, man, in front of the store, with his hands on his shoes Bottle of 51 with his brain in a trance Everybody think him a wild man, some weed man Roll of the swishas, let's get keyed, smokin these trees But you n***as say I'm young and almost--f** But can't amount to the fact Because I'm little big things being counted, the rap Because sometimes man I'm doubted in fact Because they try to get me all-- I'm mounted and tacked Keep steady routine, Stay on the mount when you flap Cause I won't flap, I froze f** n***as that bo hop--that means you ride dick Ya hinchmen, I got bodyguards-f** em Ready to cut up your body parts and lynches Making top views as long as i'm mentioned Throwing up rap lines, top of the division After I'm done making moves, I'm listed Getting rich off of n***as that deep riding and pimpin f** all the newspapers, Times Square are scared Cause I've made it ten times with flare And I'm never undercover, like to sip wine with the mayors Put nothing in the drink, switch mine with theirs Now n***as all flexed, with their spines impaired This that gourmet sh**, sniffing coke and paying up These n***as sniffed lines, break broads from staying us Spray us, f** em, man, I spray them Ya feel me? Drop back the territory, sh** [Outro] You know man, I'm lined up, man I f** with the police, man It's like, you know, we all mafia status We all in the streets We all thugging outchea Ya heard me, What it is We all gang banging But I ain't banging no colors I'm banging the streets, bro I'm banging worldwide I bang for the world f** with me