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Benny the Butcher, Black Soprano Family, Fuego Base - West End Tavern (feat. Elcamino, Rick Hyde, Sule)
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Текст песни: Yo
Yo, uh, yo
Cherry red C8, these **** can't see me
Hoppin' out the V12
You prolly seen me on the TV
If I fall up in Louis, I'm spendin' twenty thousand easy
When I'm in the ATL, hoes treat me like I'm Jeezy
Trappin' ain't dead, the blammer on the stairs
The grams under the M
We ain't playin' with racks
They left son slumped all on his head
This whip laid back
We left pump crumbs all on his head
Blew off his wave cap
Spilled his Runtz blunt all on his leg
Uh, beyond gifted
This shit panned out so good, it's beyond scripted (I swear)
These **** actin' like hoes, that's beyond bitches
G-Lock 17, 23, 40, they all switches
Say a prayer for the opps 'cause it's all ditches
They moved KD to Houston, the score shifted
Big BSF, ****
I whip the fuck out the Beamer like the fork clicking
So much ricky reloaded, had to forklift it
Yo, yo
I'm driving Batmobile shit only
The big homie (Big homie)
Been at this bitch house for a week, and she still feel lonely
This crackhead bitch, she used to steal from me (Bitch)
Used to send me weird texts saying she wanna chill with me
I told that spaced-out bitch I can't deal with that
Said she used to be the baddest bitch out, she kept it real with me
I been on this gangster shit since a lil' ****
Shooting out the fiend rental, they ain't been in the field with me
Waking up to no food on an empty stomach
It's such a forbidden feeling
You'll die as the superhero
Or live to be switched to villain
This Benny on Tana Talk
This is Esco on It Was Written
You sick, I'm antibiotics
I swear that my Pencillin
Transfigure stress to a sermon
All I really know is bar endurance
The drive give these **** quotes
It's like car insurance
Toe tag on you, see, it was a closed casket
Whippin' two foreigns, that's two sports
I'm Bo Jackson
It was dirty denim
Look, now I'm dressed in Chrome off the metronome
The rocks you **** threw at my trappin' home
Was a stepping stone
I mean struggle
Bitch, I sweat and bleed hustle
Su Soprano, straight from Jersey
RIP Inf' and free Duffy
****, what?
These are the real Sopranos
Yo, uh, yo
Cherry red C8, these **** can't see me
Hoppin' out the V12
You prolly seen me on the TV
If I fall up in Louis, I'm spendin' twenty thousand easy
When I'm in the ATL, hoes treat me like I'm Jeezy
Trappin' ain't dead, the blammer on the stairs
The grams under the M
We ain't playin' with racks
They left son slumped all on his head
This whip laid back
We left pump crumbs all on his head
Blew off his wave cap
Spilled his Runtz blunt all on his leg
Uh, beyond gifted
This shit panned out so good, it's beyond scripted (I swear)
These **** actin' like hoes, that's beyond bitches
G-Lock 17, 23, 40, they all switches
Say a prayer for the opps 'cause it's all ditches
They moved KD to Houston, the score shifted
Big BSF, ****
I whip the fuck out the Beamer like the fork clicking
So much ricky reloaded, had to forklift it
Yo, yo
I'm driving Batmobile shit only
The big homie (Big homie)
Been at this bitch house for a week, and she still feel lonely
This crackhead bitch, she used to steal from me (Bitch)
Used to send me weird texts saying she wanna chill with me
I told that spaced-out bitch I can't deal with that
Said she used to be the baddest bitch out, she kept it real with me
I been on this gangster shit since a lil' ****
Shooting out the fiend rental, they ain't been in the field with me
Waking up to no food on an empty stomach
It's such a forbidden feeling
You'll die as the superhero
Or live to be switched to villain
This Benny on Tana Talk
This is Esco on It Was Written
You sick, I'm antibiotics
I swear that my Pencillin
Transfigure stress to a sermon
All I really know is bar endurance
The drive give these **** quotes
It's like car insurance
Toe tag on you, see, it was a closed casket
Whippin' two foreigns, that's two sports
I'm Bo Jackson
It was dirty denim
Look, now I'm dressed in Chrome off the metronome
The rocks you **** threw at my trappin' home
Was a stepping stone
I mean struggle
Bitch, I sweat and bleed hustle
Su Soprano, straight from Jersey
RIP Inf' and free Duffy
****, what?
These are the real Sopranos
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