Lil B - Dress For The Occasion lyrics

[Lil B - Dress For The Occasion lyrics]

Digging niggas from graves, Baseworld
You crazy niggas doing dirty work, man
Cause we so lazy
Can't fade me, Beezy B, I come change it
You and your mom with guns put to your faces
All your actions
Make sure your hitting the pavement
Your face is on the back of milk cartons
Papers and pages
I'm writing about you, my flow, nigga
That's shady but it's cool, nigga
I'm not smashing as hard as I can
Give me two fucking years I'll
Be smashing niggas on bands
And they call themselves rappers with
Tour buses be jags
I call myself a rapper with
The bus and I'm glad
Never lose my Bay roots
It's Lil B I'm saying
In low income apartments front


Rooms where I'm laying
Niggas set me apart because I'm
Ahead of the rest i keep shooters with me
Take your head and your vest
Getting to the doctor, man
Take the lead out his chest
Good to be a silent man, this is the best
If you want to be silent for good
Take the blunt to the chest i guess
What the fuck with the asses on your head
You're dead, God bless

Dress up for the occasion lil B, man
Dress up for the occasion put 'em in a suit

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