Juvenile Hell Intro (The Based God Speaks) lyrics

[Intro: Lil B]
Ayy, I wanna give a shoutout to Big Baby Sc*mbag
Ayy, shoutout Lex Luger, man, it's ya boy Lil B
Swag, it's a wrap, let's get it
(Let's get it) (let's get it)
(Haha)
(Haha)
Juvenile Hell
That n*gga Lex Luger

[Chorus: Big Baby Sc*mbag]
Flex, I feel like Kimbo, n*gga (Yeah)
Make a n*gga duck like limbo, n*gga (Yeah)
Touchdown, like I'm in the end zone n*gga (Yeah)
Juvenile Hell, this the intro, n*gga (b*tch)
Flex, I feel like Kimbo, n*gga (Yeah)
Make a n*gga duck like limbo, n*gga (Yeah)
Touchdown, like I'm in the end zone n*gga (Yeah)
Juvenile Hell, this the intro, n*gga (b*tch)
Flex, I feel like Kimbo, n*gga (Yeah)
Make a n*gga duck like limbo, n*gga (Yeah)
Touchdown, like I'm in the end zone n*gga (Yeah)
Juvenile Hell, this the intro, n*gga (b*tch)
Flex, I feel like Kimbo, n*gga (Yeah)
Make a n*gga duck like limbo, n*gga (Yeah)
Touchdown, like I'm in the end zone n*gga (Yeah)
Juvenile Hell, this the intro, n*gga (b*tch)
[Verse: Big Baby Sc*mbag]
Came in this b*tch in a big cat, Hellcat
With that X on my toe, like a tit-tat
Big gap make a n*gga wish that
Try to start, kick back, make a flip back
Take big nap laid back, b*tch
I'ma sit back, don't get kidnapped
Bro stay b*tch with a witch hat (Woo)
Yeah, n*gga feel like light, and the wrist shine bright
Man, you f*cked up
You don't know where the list that
(Bro, you ain't know)
Lame ass n*gga, I ain't heard of ya
b*tch I be burnin' ya enemys
More like a burglar
Friday the 13th, my calendar, b*tch, it's a holiday
Came to the lake, he might murder ya (Woo)
I'm a gatekeeper, I bury ya, take out the trash I might dirty ya
Put it a hole straight through a hernia
f*ck a bad b*tch, I ain't earnin' ya
Feel like Rihanna, "Disturbia" (b*tch)
Lame ass rap n*gga, same old lines
And the same old tight ass
Slow, n*gga
Lyin' ass n*gga, you ain't need to try out here
So I'm takin' that money sellin' O's, n*gga
Dime bag-sellin' ass n*gga
It's a drug [? 1:48] so I got real cold, n*gga
Home boy share the same clothes, n*gga
Andale and go to red, oh, n*gga
I get the ball and I'm puntin' that, you get the ball and you fumble that (Ha)
Can't trust the b*tch, I don't f*ck with that
Money I can't get enough of that, b*tch, I'ma done that
Ice all on me like a avalanche
Red and blue amulets
b*tch, I might trap like a can of what?
Bury me with 'bout a hundred racks
But from the dead, I ain't comin' back, spendin', I'm burnin' that
[Chorus: Big Baby Sc*mbag]
Flex, I feel like Kimbo, n*gga (Yeah)
Make a n*gga duck like limbo, n*gga (Yeah)
Touchdown, like I'm in the end zone n*gga (Yeah)
Juvenile Hell, this the intro, n*gga (b*tch)
Flex, I feel like Kimbo, n*gga (Yeah)
Make a n*gga duck like limbo, n*gga (Yeah)
Touchdown, like I'm in the end zone n*gga (Yeah)
Juvenile Hell, this the intro, n*gga (b*tch)
Flex, I feel like Kimbo, n*gga (Yeah)
Make a n*gga duck like limbo, n*gga (Yeah)
Touchdown, like I'm in the end zone n*gga (Yeah)
Juvenile Hell, this the intro, n*gga (b*tch)
Flex, I feel like Kimbo, n*gga (Yeah)
Make a n*gga duck like limbo, n*gga (Yeah)
Touchdown, like I'm in the end zone n*gga (Yeah)
Juvenile Hell, this the intro, n*gga (b*tch)

[Outro]
Would you like to know how I survived hell
And came out the other side, and how you can too?
It goes, patience