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letra de nle's a savige - benie4nobody, xxxtentacionfan133beniesboyfriend

[intro]
yeah
freshduzit
yeah
huh? huh? huh?

[chorus]
i ain’t gon’ say too much when a n-gga speakin’ on that hot sh-t
f-ck the police ’cause them b-tches ain’t gon’ stop sh-t
oppositions mad, if they play, they gettin’ popped quick
flyest n-gga in the game, yeah, i’m a c-ckpit
posted on camelot with a hundred some shottas
i be swimmin’ with the sharks, lil’ n-gga, you a lobster
bullets heat a n-gga up, like he eatin’ on some pasta
and shout out to kingston, i keep me some rastas

[verse 1]
my n-ggas trappin’ out the bando, shout out to the migos (the migos)
if a n-gga knock wrong, shoot him through the peephole (grrah)
the trap always open, b-tch, we ain’t never closed
we movin’ them packs and we movin’ them kilos
step one, step two, do my dance in this b-tch
got a hundred some drums like a band in this b-tch
man, she keep on b-tchin’, all that naggin’ and sh-t
ho, shut the f-ck up and just gag on this d-ck
i’m a side n-gga, and i love when she swallow
if her n-gga say something, hit him with a hollow
that glizzy (yeah), knock your meat out your taco (your taco)
flexin’ on these b-tches, they call me johnny bravo
school of hard knocks, let me take you to class
my b-tch is real skinny, but she got a lot of ass
i love counting money, i get a lot of cash
if you try to take it from me, his toe gon’ have a tag, yeah
[chorus]
i ain’t gon’ say too much when a n-gga speakin’ on that hot sh-t
f-ck the police ’cause them b-tches ain’t gon’ stop sh-t
oppositions mad, if they play, they gettin’ popped quick
flyest n-gga in the game, yeah, i’m a c-ckpit
posted on camelot with a hundred some shottas
i be swimmin’ with the sharks, lil’ n-gga, you a lobster
bullets heat a n-gga up, like he eatin’ on some pasta
and shout out to kingston, i keep me some rastas

[verse 2]
all up in the party, you know we keep them carbines (them carbines)
bring a n-gga chills like i work at baskin-robbins (robbins)
i love batman, but a young n-gga robbin’
firework show ’cause my n-ggas get to sparkin’
i’m a hothead, i’ll crash any second (yeah)
he speakin’ on who? send his b-tch ass to heaven (to heaven)
extended clips when we tote them mac-11’s (uh-huh)
my n-ggas, they be crippin’, they be screamin’ out them sevens (crip)
why you investigating me? ’cause i don’t know a thing
and i’ma always keep it solid, i’ll never sing
you know i’m shotta fam, always gotta rep the gang (shotta)
he kept on dissin’, so a n-gga had to sn-tch his brain, huh? (gang, gang)
had to sn-tch his brain, huh? (had to sn-tch that n-gga brain)
i had to sn-tch his brain, yeah (had to sn-tch that n-gga brain)
i had to make it rain (make that motherf-cker rain)
r. kelly, let that f-ckin’ chopper sing, yeah (make it sing b-tch)

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