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Benadryl
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Benadryl was released on January 19, 2024 by Big Bagg as a part of the album Ion Wanna Talk
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Release DateJanuary 19, 2024
LabelBig Bagg
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM61

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zion McRae
Zion McRae
Songwriter

Lyrics

I know some hustlas and real **** I know some fuck **** got bodies
Think I'm a fuck ****, come and try me I ain't gotta show you, cause I know I got
It these **** pussy, cause they need a posse
Ain't no poppin' out, bitch, I'm a homebody set up, by them hoes, cause he gettin
Flossy put no trust in these ****, they wishy
Washy no respect for your money, I respect the
Real I can't talk with no hoe, talk to Dr. Phil
Stick gone put him to sleep, call it Benadryl I got snaked by my dog, don't know how to feel
I got straight on my feet, and I made them M's meet
I promise I'm finna go touch a mill never spoke on no ****, I kept it real
Cuh be ready for smoke, spinning like a wheel
Stood ten-toes down with bitch ****, now I'm tired
Played on my top, I feel tried say he took all these losses, but the world
Keep spinnin' my **** just let the shit go, stop cryin
Hope you get to do it all, before you lay down and die
It is what it is, I ain't got time to hide
It is what it is, I ain't got time to cry
12 too, hot, I ain't comin' outside
Same young ****, never changed up
Say he want racks, no he don't, cause he gave up
No I ain't rich yet, but I came up
If you wanna plot, gotta know I keep the thang tucked
Want smoke R-truth, ****, what's up
Puttin' in work cus that's how I was raised up
My **** took Ls, told him stay up
Stay out the way, keep your weapon, stay prayed up
In a hoe mouth, like listerine
Pull that stick out, mop the block, call me Mr. Clean
Runnin' straight through the hoes like Charlie Sheen
I ain't like talkin' to people since I was a teen
On the same thing, and I'm bout 23
Up then it's stuck, wavin' flags, why you coppin' pleas
I ain't buyin' no ring, I ain't takin' knees
Told my dawg, keep that shit cool, cause we gettin' cheese
Walking shit down, do this shit with ease
Tinted my windows, so suckas don't notice me
She safe over there, that's where snitches be
Cut a bitch off, ain't no **** that's cold as me
Got extensions on Glocks , I'ma let it squeeze
Gold diggin' ass bitch, suck me dry treat her like a flea
Yo, bitch, steady choosin', like, who is he
Ain't goin' out bad, that's on gang, ain't no hoe in me
Put that on gang, ain't no hoe in my blood
I stack up them racks, I don't fuck with the club
You a goofy, ass ****, they say you a dub
Thirsty, ass ****, ask them hoes where your hug
Dude wiggin' out, cause he on all them drugs
He buckin' up, told that ****, back up
I'll shoot this bitch up, and I don't give a fuck
Thanks for watching
Written by: Zion McRae
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