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Benny The Butcher

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(álbum: Butcher On Steroids - 2017)


Yo, I'm from a real hood nigga
Montana Ave, East Side of Buffalo
Rich niggas, dead niggas, broke niggas
Legends, rats (everything, nigga)
This ain't no TV shit, knahmean?

Yo, look, uhh
We all done shot dice and shot guns
I done copped white and came through in whips the color of Ox blood
Y'all be in Miami for the bitches and hot tubs
We go to Miami for the bricks, trying to spot plugs
Puffing on sour (sour)
I hurt feelings like it hurt Melo watching his wife fucking on Power
I made what the bosses got
Yeah, that's me leaving out the whip, speeding out the V-Live parking lot
Them East Side sharks is out
It got bad, it seem awful now
I still serve 'em hot like it's waffle house
When it was go time, I ain't panic
I'm godlike, Saint Francis, black Moses with a blank canvas
Foot on these niggas' neck, they can't stand it
I'm careful who I shake hands with
But won't spare you when that K blaming
To stand here, we had to take chances
And trap by a state campus to find customers we gave samples
I talk about the truth to Olympus
Feds gon' play this song in court and try to use it against us
That's just shit I had to do to put food in the kitchen
Always think before you move, a key rule in this business
I've been nice since the lunch table, young Fredo
This life made me numb, unstable, and ungrateful
Straight through, I only come at you from one angle
Pray to every God and get lucky if one save you
Yo, I'm 'bout to cop the prezzie, swat the dangers
When we leave the spot, they gotta mop the Ace up
You not no gangsta, you know how we watch the Lakers
Court side by the players, so close I could block a lay-up
You see I lock my lane up, I got my name up
Stories how I copped and rock cocaine up, damn near got me famous
It's because of Daringer
I paint the pictures of a thug's character
Stainless steel snub, the Submariner
All the hoes I fuck above standards
Yeah, my bitches got 9 to 5's, but bodies like club dancers
No, I tell them bitches one answer
She say I'm mean but I'll lick that pussy clean if it's untampered, huh
Driver speeding off from a robbery (true story)
With 100k in the Glad bag
Damn, this remind me of Carlito's Way, uhh
'Cause Benny always get the last laugh, nigga

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