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letra de benny electronic - benny the butcher

benny electronic lyrics
[verse]
chains ain’t having that, stuck like a magnet
last year i really seen a cocaine avalanche
and i’m on that trap sh-t, still spending no dough
plus i got a new b-tch, f-ck all my old hoes
n-ggas 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 f-ck with rappers though, treat them like they p-ss pots
rocks in my audemars, traded in my swiss watch
yo b-tch call before she come i get ready for her
she put that p-ssy on me like it’s too heavy for her
she told me “daddy chill, let me count that fetti for you”
we f-ck, roll a dutch, then she makes spaghetti for us
take a polaroid, promise you imma blow this b-tch
i bought a choppa then had it shoot out and sold this sh-t
after i f-ck, i’m acting like i don’t know the b-tch
he got the key to her cuffs, it’s like he own the b-tch
aw man, n-ggas done gone ham
you f-ck with lmy little man, i’m partners with y’all fam
sh-t, i’m just saying i’m a boss-ass n-gga
cross that line, it’s gone cost that n-gga
we all cold in the streets, i’ma charge that n-gga p-ssy
look, and off that remy i’m stunting
doing donuts like i just won the indy 500
any n-gga 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 b-tch when my man fly out
it’s a two-day trip, sh-t 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 b-tch
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 sh-t

- benny the butcher

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