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letra de bathed in - tray benson

[intro: ollie joseph]
b-tch, b-tch!
h-llo?
aye
tell em’

[chorus: ollie joseph]
pulled up smelling like i bathed in b-tches (d-mn)
probably going what you ate for christmas (i’m h.a.m.)
aye, aye, man, why people hate to see you winning?
oh well, i stay gettin’ it
pulled up smelling like i bathed in b-tches (okay)
i switch em’ up, never with the same women (all day)
aye, aye, yuh, why people hate to see you winning?
oh well, i stay gettin’ it

[verse 1: ollie joseph]
house so big, that b-tch got a food court
if you only got 198 for a feature, n-gg- you came up two short
new porsche, pulled up, scoot scoot? two porsche
kinda ugly but i’m cute, like a m-th-f-ckin newborn, aye
h-lla n-gg-s f-ck with me like newports
new yacht, new location everyday m-th-f-cka i been pulling up to new ports
probably posted up, out in the polynesian islands
aye, ad b-tches all welcome, on the p.j. you can fly in
i treat the bar like a sl-t, ima get a round
i see a m-th-f-ckin check, and i get aroused
i said i get around when a n-gg- saw a check
dive in the sauce, came up too fast, and i got the f-cking benz
ollie shinning, probably sipping on milwaukee’s finest
got models squirtin’ when a n-gg- order bottle service
i’m feeling like a groupie, how i’m running through these bands now
brrrrrat, boom, bow, man down

[verse 2: tray benson]
(okay)
i’m draped in all my bathing ape, i told my mom i want the wraith
got pasta, shrimp, and calamari chillin’ on my dinner plate
got louis v on the case, cartie frames on my face
bought two twin porsches (vroom vroom), me and oj race
skrt skrt skrt, switching lanes and switching b-tches
b-tch my presence is a present, everywhere i go is christmas
hit the store, had to cash out, got a bad b-tch with her -ss out
see i’m drinking liquor till i p-ss out (drinking liquor till i p-ss out)
call me lumberjack, when i go and break the tree down
homie, i’m a king, and i only want to sip crown
yeah it’s no lie, n-gg- i’m the truth, heard n-gg-s talking sh-t, ima call the troops
i’m just really spitting, like i lost a tooth, riding in the drop top, like i lost the roof
feelin’ on her t-tties when i got my top down
cruising through the city, i just got top, wow
weed, b-tches, money, and they all a hundred pounds
n-gg- put his hands on me, brrrr brrrr, man down

- tray benson

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