lirik lagu benny blanko – ape shxt
[produced by jdiablo]
ape shxt … volume 2 … wally west
ape shxt !
[verse 1: benny blanko ]
goin’ gorilla, this flow i deliver, like joe and the lyrical pun
that’s terror, that’s clever, that pressure my pleasure that show you we gettin’ it done
i’m still in the place, with k!llers and apes. i’m grippin’ that whatcha ma call it
i’m dippin’ and ditchin’ and splittin’ the jakes, they come i see em’ i toss it
kickin’ the hoes out often
really i do what you talking
young and i won’t get exhausted, thinkin of porsches’, living it corporate
momma i told you we made it
no drama get over debated
n-ggas they living with hatred, n-gga this came with no laces
telling myself i’m the greatest, telling yo b-tch she my favorite
p-ssy my liver get wasted, hop in the ghost with no traces
goin’ gorilla this ape sh-t, keep yo mind off of the fake sh-t
since kobe was rocking the “8” print, since tigga
was rippin the bas-m-nt
some n-ggas they funny, they dumb strange
fighting for p-ssy and chump change
i was around when the storm hit
n-ggas showed up when the sun came
goin’ gorilla my nuts hang, timberland walking wit blood stains. she know a n-gga from new york
but we got a baltimore love thang
[hook]
ape sh-t, ape sh-t
step in the booth with my cape sh-t
ape sh-t, ape sh-t
smokin’ that welch’s, that grape sh-t
ape sh-t, ape sh-t
comes de garcon this ain’t fitch
ape sh-t, ape sh-t
p-ssy and money a great mix
[verse 2]
goin’ insane, this flow in my brain
i’m sippin’ the purplist rain
they rappin to rap, i’m rappin the pack its potent its poking your veins
i’m switching the lanes, i’m flipping my fingers, i’m tippin’ and grippin’ the grain
n-gga you not what you claim
goin gorillas and lifting your chain
(aye) first i call my barber, stay on top of that lineup
then i call my lawyer, stay up out of that lineup
f-cking with nickle and dimers
baby come f-ck with the finest
twistin my weed wit sonayah
from the bahamas, zeroes and commas
hop in the coupe and skate. mobbin’ like snoop and dre
trippy like juicy j, that’s how my n-ggas in houston play
turntables and a mic dog
f-ck a unsigned hype dog
i’m everyday, you on reserve
in other words u might ball
aye mr rager , r double e-k sir
can’t do a n-gga no favors
b-tch can’t swim don’t save her
reek dot me login quick
sing to the hoes, robin thicke
she got that mouth, well i got this d-ck
[hook]
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