Lil B – Look Like Muhammad Lyrics
Swag! Woo!
Based'ullah - The Prophet
I'm bringing Qur'anic wisdom, bitch!
Listen to my Revelation:
[Hook]
I'm Muhammad
In the harem blunted (swag!)
I'm Muhammad
In the harem getting blunted (swag!)
72 virgins on my dick
Cause I look like Muhammad (swag!)
72 virgins on my dick
Cause I look like Muhammad (swag!)
[Verse 1]
No ice just the Kaaba, torn-up Vans not Prada
Muhammad stacking paper but I roll like a hobo
Torn-up Polos, shirt no logo
No underwear makes it easy to get a blow, though
And I get a lot of those
Yeah I got a lot of hoes
Yeah I got girls suckin my toes: 17 years old
Gonna conquer Iran cause I heard Persians got bitches
Send Abu Bakr with some goons, Kurds do my dishes
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I got Assassins smoking marijuana
Even haters can inhale my Ganja
I rep Mecca braugh but live in Medina
Never been a schemer
Don't drink alcohol and never been a leaner
I get bitches. Why I get bitches?
Cause I got the Angel Gabriel as my wingman
I'm chillin under the fig tree, bitch!
Let me write this shit
I sound like I'm crazy because I'm dehydrated
[Hook]
Fuck Wiz, I funk with the young prince
Abu buck, mad status
Baggin all panties in Anchorage
Swords to abdomens, conquer lands
Letting the chopper blast, leaving dictators in Boston crabs
Slaughter fags, cockin the bomber back
You ain't even gotta ask, in'n'out: Roswell crash
Based'ullah - The Prophet
I'm bringing Qur'anic wisdom, bitch!
Listen to my Revelation:
[Hook]
I'm Muhammad
In the harem blunted (swag!)
I'm Muhammad
In the harem getting blunted (swag!)
72 virgins on my dick
Cause I look like Muhammad (swag!)
72 virgins on my dick
Cause I look like Muhammad (swag!)
[Verse 1]
No ice just the Kaaba, torn-up Vans not Prada
Muhammad stacking paper but I roll like a hobo
Torn-up Polos, shirt no logo
No underwear makes it easy to get a blow, though
And I get a lot of those
Yeah I got a lot of hoes
Yeah I got girls suckin my toes: 17 years old
Gonna conquer Iran cause I heard Persians got bitches
Send Abu Bakr with some goons, Kurds do my dishes
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I got Assassins smoking marijuana
Even haters can inhale my Ganja
I rep Mecca braugh but live in Medina
Never been a schemer
Don't drink alcohol and never been a leaner
I get bitches. Why I get bitches?
Cause I got the Angel Gabriel as my wingman
I'm chillin under the fig tree, bitch!
Let me write this shit
I sound like I'm crazy because I'm dehydrated
[Hook]
Fuck Wiz, I funk with the young prince
Abu buck, mad status
Baggin all panties in Anchorage
Swords to abdomens, conquer lands
Letting the chopper blast, leaving dictators in Boston crabs
Slaughter fags, cockin the bomber back
You ain't even gotta ask, in'n'out: Roswell crash
