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Benny The Butcher

Blood Money

 

Blood Money

(álbum: Butcher On Steroids - 2017)


Ayo, shoutout CNN
Griselda get the blood money

I be in any hood without a pass from the opps
D.A. know my face, I get harrassed by the cops
They blame me like I'm the one who passed out the Glocks
I wanted in ever since I seen my dad count a knot
With my eyes close I see scales and digits
Witness the brief hell in prison, the details is vivid
Low price from coke white, I see shells I'm flipping
Stayed home, but I sent a female to get it
I coach her like I'm Pete Carroll, "Be careful, listen
Hurry up back so I can V-12 the engine"
I'm starving, real shit, my whole family have-nots
I want a ticket like I'm sitting in a handicap spot
Respect ours, GxFR, I'll let this TEC off
What you know about collect calls home to your stressed moms?
I'm slept on, but always kept raw that you could step on
Whole brick'll take a hit like Gloria Estefan
Electric stove got the dough piling
Money on the floor with three 4's on us like the Hov' album
I'm the best and put out no albums (word)
The streets awful, close friends'll cross you quicker than the old Allen
But on my court, it ain't no fouling, I got your hoe styling
Somewhere off the coast eating smoke salmon
I said a prayer, looking up to MachineGun
Dead silent, all I heard was the money machine hum, uhh
I been a Don since the 2nd grade
These muh'fuckers gon' respect the blade
The Butcher, nigga, I'm a head hunting renegade
I'll put my dutch out in your lemonade
We pioneers of our time, I'm going out as a legend
Endorsed by the streets without a radio record
With more skills than top tier niggas, ain't have to F 'em
I do this for my niggas who sentencing with a letter
Y'all pillow talk with these bitches, I'm blocking they calls
I fuck up and talk shit like I'm not in the wrong
I blew a cheque on Rodeo I got from the tour
That got me feeling too bouchie to shop in the mall, hah
Griselda get the blood money, nigga

feito

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