lirik lagu benny the butcher & daringer - jasmine's
[intro]
(summertime butch)
[verse 1: westside gunn]
ayo, power trophy up the stove in garçon
if you need me, l be in my cell on the phone
george capitols, you see the bones, i’m in the rolls
might be the first drug dealer on the vogue
mule panicking, cause she laid out to the andalay
made sh~t, my heart’s with the scush all through lama ray (ah)
my b~tch, still will wanna fight, shooter on the left
the first who make her move her dope, dope, be the best
goyard satchel with thе bl!ck, leaving out the rich
chips and leasе on the shoppin spree, just me and your b~tch (woo)
i bought me everything, i ain’t buying sh~t
hermes crocodile sandals stepping on a brick (super flygod)
thirty~six to forty~four, sh~t much more
my man mom died, he in the cell with the rings and bulls
[interlude: benny the butcher]
you must be a very wealthy man
well, i ain’t got no squawk, no squawk at all
do you have any feelings on remorse about being in this business?
no, i have no feelings of conscious, because
to me, it’s a business
the same as the man with a liquor store
he sells his whiskey to alcoholics
to him, it’s a business
i sell my drugs to drug addicts
it’s all trafficked
ahh, yeah, yeah, yo, uh
[verse 2: benny the butcher]
f~ck is the state of rap?
same sh~t they’ve been trying to act since pac died
and b.i.g. left and the gang went a lil’ lop side on the pop side
and not cry, it’s elementary that you add some entries to your top five
cause evidently l’m in my prime
doing better than them who done got signed
but it cost me, how else can i put it?
they forced me, bullets and coffee
i cheated the game, it felt good as adultry
asked the last label, well l’m a rap saver
i’m a cash major, l’m a mad strangler
i’m a cash cow and a stack saver
we could chat now, or we could chat later
i made my wrist lock
then made a movie bout it like the black alfred hitchc~ck
interrogation room
i be so quiet in it that you might hear a pin drop
what’s the state of rap?
same sh~t they’ve been trying to act since will smith
and jazzy jeff, i sold real bricks, i still don’t got no real hits
but cocaine still give thrills, white girl, real “k!ll bill” sh~t
i get chills when i close deals
made a quarter mil’ off some chill sh~t
i get the pill, i’m tryna bang like i’m o’neal
you just josh childress
i show you jits ’round the money
i’ll take you lil’ n~ggas on a field trip
got a yachtmaster on a yacht
n~gga we are not rappers, all the cops past them
and they drop faster than a time traveler
and my watch flashing like i’m arm~wrestling
but you like the senior, with bad grades
and i’m the dean, i’m thinking why cap ya
couch potato with an ipad and a mic so, now, you a podcaster
they hit they ceilings, i’m booked in paris
let’s get to business (let’s get to business)
two~hundred fifty in hundreds to count it
it take her ten minutes (maybe eight)
f~ck is the state of rap?
same sh~t they’ve been trying to act since eazy~e
only street n~ggas gon’ agree with me
i’m just a rich n~gga with a ged
[outro: benny the butcher]
big butch, ah
Lirik lagu lainnya:
- lirik lagu верби (wrrb) - ещё здесь не был (haven't been here yet)
- lirik lagu tonary music - wiedersehen (find you again)
- lirik lagu eleisha eagle - flowers
- lirik lagu chi - centipede
- lirik lagu los tigrillos - cumbia con la luna
- lirik lagu mustafa jay - light beam
- lirik lagu simplejosh - no no no no.1
- lirik lagu the carter family ii - it'll aggravate your soul
- lirik lagu jamal (blaq) & hoodblaq - me gusta
- lirik lagu leatherjacks - volcano