Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Benihana, artist - Lil Durk. Date of issue: 08.11.2018
Song language: English
Benihana |
| Big Ze shit |
| Zo shit, no ho shit |
| Z’s up 'til I freeze up |
| DJ on the beat, so it’s a banger |
| Ayy, money hungry, I went to Beni-hundreds |
| Ordered up a brick, they whipped it right in front of me |
| I’m a brutal youngin, I’m out here road running |
| Went to Benihanas, I told 'em no onion |
| I be thuggin' by myself, I never need nobody |
| I’m off so much molly got me creepin' through sideways |
| Go and ask the streets about me, fuck what all the blogs say, baby |
| Jumpin' out with that woolie right in broad day, baby |
| I was raised by myself, I don’t need guides |
| I was trappin' by myself in my Levi’s |
| Sold a four, how you broke my heart |
| Mmh, mm-mm-mm |
| Yeah, they gon' shoot |
| Yeah, this what they do |
| (Tih, grah), hang out that roof |
| Fuck everybody, that’s my mood |
| Bro want to cut with a MAC on him |
| 2K for the jeans with the patch on it |
| I was done with the Act, now I’m back on it |
| Don’t sub-tweet, just at homie, yeah |
| Snitch a part of your charge |
| Bad bitch give me a massage |
| Lil' scammer, swipe your card |
| Keep hammers, I’m livin' large |
| My heart is forever scarred |
| Yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah |
| I had dreams of being rich as hell |
| Confused when you talk, can people tell? |
| I’ma go trap with a digital scale |
| I’ma talk pounds when they get through the mail |
| Nigga might tell you not fit for the jail |
| How you gon' feel when a nigga get killed? |
| First time countin' a mil, got chills |
| Back then, eatin' meals on wheels |
| Die for the gang 'cause I know I will |
| Made it out with no idea |
| Shawties got all on in that club door 'cause they didn’t ID 'em |
| Shawty name never in that stuff, he don’t go IG |
| Niggas always talking too tough, nigga, what it is |
| And I scream, «Free Boona,» fuck what he did, yeah |
| I was raised by myself, I don’t need guides |
| I was trappin' by myself in my Levi’s |
| Sold a four, how you broke my heart |
| Mmh, mm-mm-mm |
| Yeah, they gon' shoot |
| Yeah, this what they do |
| (Tih, grah), hang out that roof |
| Fuck everybody, that’s my mood |