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letra de buffalo kitchen club - benny the butcher & armani caesar

[intro: armani caesar]
yeah, uh
y’all know what the f-ck it is
motherf-cking liz and the motherf-cking butch
yeah

[chorus: armani caesar]
they ain’t f-cking with liz and the butch (uh-huh)
i send the order, then n-gga, you cook (grr)
thought i had ones the way these b-tches shook
would be a machine if i rapped how i look (hah)
so not your typical, this sh-t is mental, not physical
glide through the pressure, elliptical (uh huh)
he like what he see in his visual
i make that d-ck disappear, it’s a miracle (woo)

[verse 1: armani caesar]
sleeping on me, must be the fentanyl
k!lling you hoes, take it literal (literal)
shooting your shot at a b-tch like me
gon’ cost ’bout a milli’ at minimal (at minimal)
my n-gga wеar creed and he hit it hard like adonis
i leavе him soaked and astonished (uh-huh)
my team on violence, we sweeping sh-t like the plague
this sh-t is getting bubonic
balling my hobby, i’m getting rings like i’m sonic
your money must keep it platonic (y’all know)
a beauty and beast, how ironic
i’m smoking on hoes like the chronic
[verse 2: benny the butcher]
f-ck y’all opinions, they weigh less than money
and they come from who ain’t got no money (ain’t got no money)
left mine in escrow and i never touch it (i don’t touch that)
’cause when pac died, he ain’t have a hunnid
sold out a show with my first day in europe
all that hate coming from home, i can’t hear it (can’t hear it)
‘fore we get a chance to hop out, these b-tches gon’ stare in the rims like mirrors
i don’t do auctions, i don’t do carmax, to the r8 from the rs (rs)
our first date we had car s-x, i put glass on the corner like car wrecks
invite me in, i might bring a scale over, i feel like y’all timing well over
i done bought so much cartel yola, that they start treatin’ us like shareholders
n-ggas resent me ’cause they just a tier lower (just a tier lower)
no sympathy, won’t shed a tear for ya (i ain’t cryin’ for n-ggas)
no weaknesses, i’m not a fear shower
i ate the p-ssy up, got my little beard growing
five five-sixes, look like we spear-throwin’ (pew, pew, pew, pew)
you know that what i’m here for
when they ask y’all who cleaned up the block (cleaned up the block)
say the butch and liz claiborne (ah)

- benny the butcher armani caesar

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