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letra de benzocaine - m1onthebeat & m1llionz

[intro]
girl, you need to put his gun in the dresser
it’s gonna’ make my tun tun so f-ckin’ wet, like (m1onthebeat)
it’ll be soakin’ darg’ like, it’s just
i don’t know but, it’s just somethin’ about him, it’s just like (like a)

[verse 1]
funeral times in the church service
got the gp cranked in my avirex (yessir)
true say my bm’s family’s funny
i’m strapped while her nan’ gets laid to rest (ha)
i only came to support you baby
i don’t intend to create a mess (never)
you’d be surprised what a man would do when he’s literally (what), facing death (hahaha)
when wе was buying drugs and guns, you was callin’, askin’ man if it’s safe to step (p-ssy)
it was like o-twеlve o-thirteen when i jumped up ‘n’ started makin’ bread (bands)
you can get a deal if you cut three items, but it’s straight tens if you pay for less (real sh-t)
my usual runnings get cash at the end of the week but my nitty’s get paid in pebs (trap)
no i don’t do hand to hands, i’m chillin’ at home while i answer the phone (brrr)
rimz said if it’s not one of the mandem’, no other shotter gets a pass in the zones (what)
summertime cars get spanked on, best mind how your driving up albion road (ba, bow)
a yout’ violated, now i’m in o’s rental ballied’ up in south with my pole (nyeaw)

[chorus]
we buy vest to test our waps on, what you know ’bout that (what you know about that)
no eight on a stone that’s bang on, what you know ’bout trap (what you know about that)
two-fifty to half a square, what you know ’bout bash (benzocaine)
we pay for it in usd, what you know ’bout maths (one plus one)
[verse 2]
you can’t rap, you can’t trap, you can’t slap, what can you do (what can you do)
mu just told me that it’s patterned but it might get tense so i brang it too (yeah)
if you wanna’ talk ’bout bandos in ot where it’s racist, i’ve had a few (true)
if i got no hotel, then i phone all my favourite cats and ask for a room (for one of each)
you don’t know ’bout losin’ it all, got to swallow your pride ‘n’ ask for a job (pwaoh)
and you don’t know ’bout never gettin’ called back after the kitty just sampled a rock (stressed)
feels like you just got ripped off and the cat had it all planned when he ran with the shot (augh)
my shoplifters been out from mornin’, fillin’ up makeshift bags with lacoste (yeah)
trap life, four phones in the room, don’t know who’s ringing (brrrr)
a runner got k!lled in oxford and thames, now they wanna’ know who did it (aha)
i do find it quite funny when my ex ting’ says she ain’t f-cked new n-ggas (dumb b-tch)
like b-tch, are you kiddin’
i’m the one that sent my n-gga to hit it (dumb b-tch)

[outro]
(m1onthebeat)

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