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lirik lagu benny the butcher - echo long

[intro: benny the butcher]
yeah, yeah
seventeen shots
took off like a 458
like a 458 ferrari, n-gga
uh, it’s benny, daringer, yeah
you know what the f-ck we on, man
yo, yo, uh

[verse 1: benny the butcher]
i’m from a quiet town, but sh-t get hostile
you know my style, we got straps stockpiled
sh-t crazy, n-ggas ran up and shot crowds
got it hot lately, that’s why you see all these cops ‘round
these hoes iffy, say they love you, then hurt you a lot
they talk bad about a n-gga, worse than fox
dear mama, i’m a rider, a version of pac
icy rollie, can’t tell if the minute hand work on the watch
my daughter seen me with a gun, looked at me like i’m crazy
i pulled her in the other room and said, “this for our safety”
she was scared, it was a ar with 50 in it
knew i was special, was born the same day as jimi hendrix
he a snake, f-ck him, he don’t deserve to be round ya
we got money young, then had to learn how to count it
knew a n-gga who got knocked with 32 ounces
on his way home, that was back in the early 2000s
comfortable, chilling, laying up at the w
playing, but i’m thinking ‘bout staying for a month or two
beef with a rapper, they gon’ ask me what i wanna do
i tell em, “catch him, hit the chauffeur, clip the butler too”
seventeen shots stuffed into the rim
the plug start to like you when you spend what i spend
you learn to talk to god when you been where i been
need that yellow bag money, that’s that m and a m, n-gga

[chorus: westside gunn]
ayo, i had a n-gga cook my motherf-cking dinner
i had a n-gga iron my clothes (iron my clothes)
co bringing the phones in (ring!)
stab him in the neck if he owes (neck if he owes)

[verse 2: meyhem lauren]
henny’d out with the drunken face
thirty thousand in the couch like the sunken place
my n-ggas put buffalo on
i rock black cartier frames with buffalo h-rns, sh-t
in this lexus acting reckless
i’ll treat your necklace like a complimentary breakfast
i wouldn’t cook with the wine that y’all drink
it’s a cold world, lord, keep a 9 in your mink
uh, switch kicks, switch rides
loyalty forever, i’ma never switch sides (never)
ain’t no such thing as oil based cut
so if a gram turn into sand, i ain’t picking it up
n-gga, i’m crispy as f-ck, son, i’m gorgeous and great
if the going price is ten, just know i got it for eight
the streets is my safari
i breeze through, my b-lls smelling like bulgari

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