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Benny The Butcher

Benny Electronic

 

Benny Electronic

(アルバム: Benny Montana - 2010)


Chains ain't having that, stuck like a magnet
Last year I really seen a cocaine avalanche
And I'm on that trap shit, still spending no dough
Plus I got a new bitch, fuck all my old hoes
Niggas on that hip-hop, I'm talking whip rocks
Swear to God, I get 36 in that Ziploc
'06 was my last bill, that was like a pitstop
I don't fuck with rappers though, treat them like they piss pots
Rocks in my Audemars, traded in my Swiss watch
Yo bitch call before she come I get ready for her
She put that pussy on me like it's too heavy for her
She told me "daddy chill, let me count that fetti for you"
We fuck, roll a Dutch, then she makes spaghetti for us
Take a Polaroid, promise you Imma blow this bitch
I bought a choppa then had it shoot out and sold this shit
After I fuck, I'm acting like I don't know the bitch
He got the key to her cuffs, it's like he own the bitch
Aw man, niggas done gone ham
You fuck with lmy little man, I'm partners with y'all fam
Shit, I'm just saying I'm a boss-ass nigga
Cross that line, it's gone cost that nigga
We all cold in the streets, I'ma charge that nigga pussy
Look, and off that Remy I'm stunting
Doing donuts like I just won the Indy 500
Any nigga in the city know Benny I run it
Anything to do with coke dog really I done it, look
Trust me, until them grams dry out I'm trapping
I'll put a spot by your grandma house
I get it cheap as a bitch when my man fly out
It's a two-day trip, shit my man far out
I'll sell it but don't touch it like my hands tied down
Ay, I'm cold like a polar bear toes bitch
The kind of weather that you gotta wipe your nose in
Sold weed, now I get it white like a hoe [?]
All white, you can cook price on the low and
I stay diamond'd up and I smoke exotic, what?
I talk cocaine, I'm no Jay Electronica
I'm no Lupe or [?] I'm just honest, what?
From a famous dope block, how ironic bruh
Fed case at 18, evidence was mad enough
Not again, I'm doing numbers on that old strip
To be real I got a deal on them whole bricks
Turn one to two, mixed like Nicole Rich
All I know is cocaine, you ain't never sold shit

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