letra de benjamin button - scatz
[verse 1: scatz]
fiend movin’ like she dead, she done hit the tranq’
we done took this n-gga and cut his hands off, heard he was cuttin’ drank
this b-tch hate me so much, i hit her brother with a k
make this b-tch take so many percs, she can’t even taste
if i ain’t hit it with my glizzy, it was probably ate
if i ain’t in the city, i did some hot sh-t, now i’m out the way
in the truck with six k’s, they probably think we laced
caught your brother out and smoked his ass, now he a free eighth
put six in his back like he dr. dre
in my bag, wasn’t even tryin’, still hit him with the drac’
i’m a k!ller, bettеr not push me
hittin’ every shot likе i play on rookie
got in a chase and got caught, boy, you a rookie
heard we goin’ back to war, so i just bought some fullies
treat him like some chicken, if that b-tch ain’t dead, then i’ma flip him over
if it’s some chicken on your head, then i’m comin’ over
thought he was on fire, he got shot and started rollin’ over
we put them boys up on fliers like club promoters
[verse 2: babyfxce e]
bro, that’s good promotion
i drunk the cup even though i seen somethin’ floatin’
everything i wanted, i got, it’s like i f-ckin’ wrote it
i feel bad for n-ggas ’cause y’all b-tches just be goin’
man, they so f-ckin’ open
roll the window down, tryna see if i can f-ckin’ scope ’em
i did so much sh-t, but y’all don’t know ’cause i forgot to post it
40 in my right pocket, yours be in the holster
your b-tch come to me for d-ck ’cause you forgot to choke her
come here, b-tch, man, i treat her like a sl-t
punch d-ck down her, then your p-ssy ass come pick her up
and don’t try to press me ’bout her, ’cause i’ll fl!ck her up
crush a n-gga heart and post her on the ‘book
hop up out the wide-body and catch his ass on foot
he let the hoes hold his bl!ck, man, his ass a rook
huh, i can read you n-ggas that’s tryna, yeah
can read you n-ggas that’s tryna be ’round ’cause i’m turnt, man, y’all ass a book
[verse 3: scatz]
call the switch benjamin b-tton, drop a hundred out it
popped a n-gga, he ain’t die, i know doonie got me
my young bull’ll fry your brain off of half an oxy’
them n-ggas mad they keep dyin’, they should’ve never started
i was the first n-gga shootin’, but my brother popped him
me and bro north with two k’s, out here milly rockin’
i just popped another perc’, it got my jaw lockin’
i upped the drac’, he tried to block, he died shadow boxin’
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