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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Benny the Butcher
Benny the Butcher
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Fat Joe
Fat Joe
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeremie Pennick
Jeremie Pennick
Songwriter
Rory William Quigley
Rory William Quigley
Songwriter
Joseph Cartagena
Joseph Cartagena
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Harry Fraud
Harry Fraud
Producer
John Sparkz
John Sparkz
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Lyrics

Once you said you'd love me Yes, you said you'd care La música de Harry Fraud Brr (so I'm talkin' back) The Butcher comin', nigga (so I'm talkin' back) Somebody gotta go (so I'm talkin' back) It ain't gon' be me Uh, don't put no faith in no nigga, put no faith in no bitch I was in the cell, thinkin' 'bout ways to get rich All these chains on my neck, I'm still a slave in a sense Ben Frank on a hundred, but my face on a brick (brick) You can't tell me shit unless you run your paper up Bought the weight, then took it out of state on a Megabus You grew up 'round snakes, you relate to us Lookin' out for niggas that I couldn't get a favor from Shots hit you, doc' stitch you with a staple gun You not a gangster 'til they put you in the paper once I know a gangster when I'm lookin' in the face of one Million dollar appetite, it's like I got a taste for one Ah, I really had to clean this dough You ain't a boss, everybody on your team just broke It was either starve or sling this coke 30 bands worth of jewels on with seats in coach, nigga (nigga) Dope money talkin' to me (so I'm talkin' back) These hoes talkin' to me (so I'm talkin' back) Streets talkin' to me (and I'm talkin' back) My plug talkin' to me (so I'm talkin' back, Crack) Dope money talkin' to me (and I'm talkin' back, yeah, uh) These hoes talkin' to me (and I'm talkin' back, coca) The streets talkin' to me (so I'm talkin' back, I got you, Butcher) My plug talkin' to me (and I'm talkin' back, Crack) Chill with all that negative energy 'Cause I'll turn a negative nigga into a memory (brrah) Y'all been takin' big Ls since "The Enemy" Southern slang, servin' your bumps for like ten a key (ten a key) Drag me in and out of court, Harvey Weinstein Threw that white up in the pot, gave 'em pipe dreams And watch it spread like the Wuhan virus Do 'em dirty for the low like Wu-Tang 'Sirus (ODB) No mask, we let it flame on camera Moppin' niggas, movin' keys like a janitor Gangs of New York, my niggas'll pull the heat out Told Butcher if he pokes the right artery, he'll bleed out Dope money talkin' to me (so I'm talkin' back) These hoes talkin' to me (so I'm talkin' back) Streets talkin' to me (and I'm talkin' back) My plug talkin' to me (so I'm talkin' back) Dope money talkin' to me (and I'm talkin' back) These hoes talkin' to me (and I'm talkin' back) The streets talkin' to me (so I'm talkin' back) My plug talkin' to me (and I'm talkin' back) Once you said you'd love me Yes, you said you'd care I believe little woman Now I don't know where I stand
Writer(s): Rory William Quigley, Jeremie Scorpio Pennick, Anthony Joseph Cartagena Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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