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letra de benchwarmers (with uglyboy) - heartlane

[verse 1: john lenard]
snakes in my head, b-tch i’m feeling like medusa
you are such a loser you know i would never choose ya
feeling like a maverick so you can call me luka
sorry, you probably shoulda called it quits sooner
i need bad b-tches, i need raf simons, i need stacks to double them up
i need glass tinted, i need a life sentence, i need to stop giving a f-ck
always label me a singer, you think i am one dimensional
but when i spit the flame they come and call me unconventional

[hook: john lenard, javi]
ice cold chain i’m a bad ass b-tch
can’t no hoe try to tell me sh-t
ice cold chain i’m a bad ass b-tch
can’t no hoe try to tell me sh-t
ice cold chain i’m a bad ass b-tch
can’t no hoe try to tell me sh-t
ice cold chain i’m a bad ass b-tch
can’t no hoe try to tell me sh-t
[verse 2: peri, javi]
wish a b-tch would
tell me the way i should go
check in like i’m in rehab
broken like one my c-notes
pourin pinot
makin sure that my fit right
makin sure that we leavin as loud as we comin in like
i’m spitting hrt
y’all look like b-tches to me
i’m in the cut like i cut through the d and pulled up for 3
i know that money talks
i got a big mouth
just put your hands up to the ceiling, clear this b-tch out

[hook: peri, javi]
i, wouldn’t dance, off the handle, off the top
flare pants
we at the bottom goin up
understand, we at the bottom goin up, understand
i thought i told you
i, wouldn’t dance, off the handle, off the top
flare pants
we at the bottom goin up
understand, we at the bottom goin up, understand
i thought i told you
[verse 3: uglyboy]
i’m sick of this sh-t
locals using me should have to pay a loan for my d-ck
going cruising speed, momma got the limousine tint
for the youth we need some real good rappers to spit
swallow half of the fifth
i missed half of my childhood, i’m jaded as sh-t
i’m the talk of the neighborhood, they playin my sh-t cus’
all of the in-laws
are bringing they children
i’m married to the game and that’s the way that it is
pass the mic i’ll spit it like sammy sprinkler
b-tch rappers are trembling, hiding
you are some benchwarmers
f-ckin l on they chest, like a vest, worn it
suck the h-ll out my body, when your b-tch over
bring flames to the table like elon
musky rappers get cleaned up
run away like selena
gomez, heartlane passed the mic like go ahead
uglyboy in yo ears like a protest

[hook: uglyboy, john lenard]
new swag every day that’s the way it go
y’all stuck inside ya circle like a merry-go
new laces every day that’s to where i go
y’all stuck tryna circle, tryna make it out
y’all stuck tryna circle, tryna make it out

- heartlane

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