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Billboard Benji in this bitch, mane Y'all already know what the fuck going on Oh, oh, ooh We 'bout to fuck it up (fuck it up) We 'bout to fuck it up (fuck it up) We 'bout to fuck it up (fuck it up) We got them sticks like a hockey player Diamonds icy, no hockey player These bitches faking like all of them sisters These bitches is not related Never do dirt with these pussy niggas, they gone sing like Anita Baker I pour a four on the regular, nigga I feel like a space invader Bitch I'm a pimp, I need a cane like my nigga majestic I pray to god My momma making them doctors go handle that tumor Never believe in the rumors You need to talk to your jeweler Them bitches cloudy, and we acting rowdy My nigga don't talk we some shooters (blaow blaow) Bitch I'm from Bompton You got a problem, my niggas gon' solve it Flexin' that check and my niggas gon' rob it ...? We havin' babies but I'm not a father Yacht on my neck, we ain't lackin' no water Beatin' her back, while she checking my posture ...? Them sticks on his ass just like shotters I'm in the trap and we wipin' your nose You niggas sellin your soul just for gold You niggas is goofy, that shit getting old You can come around bitch I know that you told Choppers ferocious ...? Fresh out of jail now I'm on the road Fresh out of jail now I'm on the road We got them sticks like a hockey player Diamonds icy, no hockey player These bitches faking like all of them sisters These bitches is not related Never do dirt with these pussy niggas, they gone sing like Anita Baker I pour a four on the regular, nigga I feel like a space invader Bitch I'm a pimp, I need a cane like my nigga majestic I pray to god My momma making them doctors go handle that tumor Never believe in the rumors You need to talk to your jeweler Them bitches cloudy, and we acting rowdy My nigga don't talk we some shooters (blaow blaow) Muah! NIggas gossip, propaganda I am the modern day Hannah Montana Pull up in foreign, ride out in a phantom I'm having three hoes, but I am not Santa Love that bitch because I can not stand her I bought a foreign, and landed miranda Flow is so sick, like I'm spittin' cancer Went to the club, fell in love with a dancer Niggas is huntin', I ball him a prancer Asking me questions, I don't have no answers Spittin' magic just like i'm an enchanter I'm spit that magic and I will enchant ya' Got ice, bitch no hockey stick I make it blast like rocket ship I make it blast for a little bitch talking shit She hear my music and little bitch poppin' it We got them sticks like a hockey player Diamonds icy, no hockey player (Bitch) These bitches actin' like all of 'em sisters These bitches is not related Never do dirt with these pussy niggas They gon' sing like Anita Baker (These niggas is tellin') I pour a four on the regular Nigga I feel like a space invader (What?) Bitch I'm a pimp I need a cane like my nigga Majestic I pray to god My Momma making them doctors go handle them tumors Never believe in the rumors You need to talk to yo' jeweler Them bitches cloudy, and we acting rowdy My nigga, don't talk we some shooters (Bloaw Blaow)
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Kaitlin Fletcher, Billboard Benji Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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