25 lighters *based freestyle* lyrics

by

islurwhenitalk


[Intro]
b*tch Mob n*gga, b*tch Mob, can't f*ck with me
Man i swear to f*cking god these n*ggas can not f*ck with me, tell these n*ggas they can not f*ck with me (bow, bow, bow)
Pretty boy sh*t, based boy sh*t, on my faggot sh*t, b*tch suck my di*k-

[Verse]
b*tch Mob n*gga, b*tch Mob, can't f*ck with me
Man i swear to f*cking god these n*ggas can not f*ck with me, tell these n*gga they can not f*ck with me (bow, bow, bow)
Pretty boy sh*t, based boy sh*t, on my faggot sh*t, b*tch suck my di*k
25 lighters on my dresser, yessir, i dont give a f*ck and im smoking on that pressure D-
25 lighters on my dresser, yessir, i dont give a f*ck and im smoking on that pressure D-
25 lighters on my dresser, yessir, i dont givе a f*ck and im smoking on tha- smoking on that pressure
DC baggy jeans i dont carе about the weather
Certified side n*gga f*ck your main b*tch better
Hoes on my di*k, cause its clean, no STD
I got a cheat sheet these n*ggas can't F with me
Mellow keys on the PS5 playing Destiny
To f*ck 10 million, 20 billion b*tches, n*gga thats my destiny
Swag chef cook so based with the recipe
Chinese food and it got a lot of sesame
Put my seed on her buns, i ain't talking about sesame
All these hoes on my di*k cause im fly like parakeet
Brand new chop, and it got kick like a pair of sneaks
Im the n*gga that ran up on PnB for jumping Lil B
Hoes on my di*k cause i look like a NFT
b*tch i dont even know what the f*ck is a NFC
1c in NYC doing drugs in the BnB
All black fit, counting money like BNB
b*tch, i don't even know what you see in me
Baby tryna hit my phone, but i keep it on DND
Say you ran up on me, thats a fantasy like D&D
b*tch, im top dawg, n*gga, no TDE
b*tch Mob n*ggas tell a b*tch suck my di*k for free
Shoutout NOVAGANG, n*gga my favourite member is Kacie Free
Like Xav' said, boy you getting zinged if you f*ck with Pri
For the b*tch Mob your b*tch gon' bend over for the one time
Im the type n*gga to beat your ass in the lunch line
Can't lie, i got that line from Chris Travis in "Crunch Time"
b*tch, sit on my face now, its lunch time
Ima pull up with the heat and shoot a n*gga in his f*cking spine
If he dont die now, catch him later like a punchline
Almost nutted in this b*tch, but i pulled out just in time
Im not a rapper, i just know how to make something rhyme
[Outro]
b*tch Mob, n*gga
b*tch Mob, n*gga
Swag, n*gga
Swag, b*tch!
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