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Benny The Butcher - Uncle Bun (Official Video) (feat. 38 Spesh)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Benny the Butcher
Benny the Butcher
Vocals
38 Spesh
38 Spesh
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeremie Pennick
Jeremie Pennick
Songwriter
Justin Harrell
Justin Harrell
Songwriter
Thomas Paladino
Thomas Paladino
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Daringer
Daringer
Producer
Eddie Sancho
Eddie Sancho
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Huh Huh Yeah Ayy, yeah, I just bought a kilo from my dawg in B-Lo Mixin' fentanyl with diesel, that shit they sellin' cloggin' needles Niggas switch, so I don't talk to people (uh-uh) Two clips, that's enough shots for you and your alter ego (yeah, uh) Flight comin' in from Puerto Rico, landin' on the East Coast Nigga, and I don't drive cars with keyholes Y'all niggas just gettin' fresh and y'all talkin' fashion I'm a veteran, Dior letterman with the army patches Turn my every summer run to a comfortable number one I become elite, underground king like I'm Uncle Bun Another run, nigga, we got rich off the right vision To get the squares from here to there was a light mission I planned it and all I had was a flight ticket When I landed, I took advantage of the price difference Listen, nigga, I got a hand that could write scriptures But y'all take the stand and land me in tight fences Fuck a life sentence, pray God hand me the right riches And turn this one brick to a family of white bitches, uh These the results you get when you the reason the culture shift Don't believe in that vulture shit, had to feed my associates I make sure everybody eat, yeah, I think like a socialist Million dollar empire from a piece of a broken brick, uh You know these hoes ain't shit, so I cheat and don't commit I'm rich, I just can't go to sleep with a broken bitch Loaded fifth, press a button and the scope focus quick And the clip longer than the script from a motion pic I sold dope to a fiend while she pregnant, emotionless I'm not a caseworker, that's not a reason I sold the shit Who cared I wore hand-me-downs too big for my clothes to fit? Who cried for me when my relatives stole from me for a hit? Look, these lames still caught up 'cause my name's still brought up In top five convo' from Langfield to Gainesville, Florida I remember vividly, trappin' with my toes cocked Baggin' up in dope spots, junkies on the floor These niggas ain't real as me, and it ain't a close shot I don't fuck with no opps, buryin' 'em all Million dollar tendencies, all I do is show stop Tractor trailer coke drops, I done seen it all I'm ballin' 'til infinity, catch me at the boat dock We ain't boardin' no yachts, just unloadin' raw, uh I remember vividly (ah)
Writer(s): Jeremie Scorpio Pennick, Thomas A. Paladino, Justin Christopher Harrell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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