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letra de benzo - $not

benzo lyrics
[intro]
yeah
yeah

[chorus]
h-llo, that is my b-tch shaniqua (h-llo)
i might dip like i’m john cena
i got bb’s on bb’s on bb’s (what’s up?)
i got sh-t you can’t see on tv (yeah)
i might pull up and rock out the show (uh-huh)
it’s a glock, lil’ n-gga, get low (that’s right)
i got n-ggas and b-tches on go (b-tch)
man, f-ck your set
f-ck your clique (yeah)
f-ck your b-tch (f-ck)
n-ggas always talking ’bout me, but won’t show no face
i been creeping with this .38 (what’s up?), rubbin’ off the paint (go)
i’m a soldier, i got rank (yeah)
smoking dolja, this sh-t dank
i might push up in a tank

[verse 1]
don’t you play with me, that chopper come with helicopters
pour me the actavis, that sh-t came from the doctor
i got bottegas and this helmut lang, can’t complain (h-llo)
and my bro got this new raf and sh-t and he keep a flame
i got black b-tches off the cocaine, white b-tches off kurt cobain
off the novocain, i’m sparking sh-t, i’m so insane
i got north face on my jacket, when i walk, you know i pack it
all this money, i’ma bag it, we got different tax brackets
[chorus]
h-llo, that is my b-tch shaniqua (h-llo)
i might dip like i’m john cena
i got bb’s on bb’s on bb’s (what’s up?)
i got sh-t you can’t see on tv (yeah)
i might pull up and rock out the show (uh-huh)
it’s a glock, lil’ n-gga, get low (that’s right)
i got n-ggas and b-tches on go (b-tch)
man, f-ck your set
f-ck your clique (yeah)
f-ck your b-tch (f-ck)
n-ggas always talking ’bout me, but won’t show no face
i been creeping with this .38 (what’s up?), rubbin’ off the paint (go)
i’m a soldier, i got rank (yeah)
smoking dolja, this sh-t dank
i might push up in a tank

[verse 2]
who that lil’ n-gga coming out the window?
amg 63, all white benzo
she don’t want me, but i might f-ck her friend though
i got clips, i got sticks and extendos (go)
what you mean? this a telescope
open up the door
bro like, “chill, let me f-cking go”
coming out the coupe, we them troops
all we do is point and they shoot at you
this a glock and it’s f-cking stock, aim it at your top (go)
[chorus]
h-llo, that is my b-tch shaniqua (h-llo)
i might dip like i’m john cena
i got bb’s on bb’s on bb’s (what’s up?)
i got sh-t you can’t see on tv (yeah)
i might pull up and rock out the show (uh-huh)
it’s a glock, lil’ n-gga, get low (that’s right)
i got n-ggas and b-tches on go (b-tch)
man, f-ck your set
f-ck your clique (yeah)
f-ck your b-tch (f-ck)
n-ggas always talking ’bout me, but won’t show no face
i been creeping with this .38 (what’s up?), rubbin’ off the paint (go)
i’m a soldier, i got rank (yeah)
smoking dolja, this sh-t dank
i might push up in a tank

[outro]
man, f-ck your set, b-tch
that’s how you f-cking do it, you can’t f-ck—
all you n-ggas f-cking garbage
trash
f-ck you, b-tch
ahh!
what the f-ck? this n-gga’s crazy

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