Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Not Gone Jaws , by - Benny. Release date: 29.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Not Gone Jaws |
| Hit the road like I’m mad at it |
| Itchin and you know I keep stick, not a back scratcher |
| Nigga, you ain’t know nothin, I’m a grand master |
| Talkin and you ain’t touch shit, you a bad pastor |
| Tell your big homie ‘hush', I got no time |
| Boy, I hope you got your gun, I got both mine |
| Big chop, mini chop, bitch we got both sizes |
| Seen a nigga from the net, he was so silent |
| Tell em throw out my case, I got no priors |
| At least that’s what they think, nigga |
| Big Paul do it, nigga cold like the drink |
| Might crucify a nigga, put a nigga on a t-shirt |
| A V-Neck |
| Gun-gun clap bitch, do the Rejectz |
| Jerkin', you turn a nigga blue |
| He was purpin' girl |
| Keep it P and you perfect, girl |
| Shit, I only want you |
| Why you lurking, girl? |
| Aye, cus I play, yeah, I know I play |
| Hella games, hit it in your mom room |
| Im hella brave |
| Niggas took my brother on some sucka shit |
| That’s hella gay |
| Swear they took the wrong fuckin one |
| Sticking out like I’m a thumb, or a clip or a drum |
| Lift a nigga hood like I’m givin him a jump |
| Bitch, dumb shit, dumpster |
| Been a hot nigga since a youngster |
| Box a nigga whip, that’s a hummer |
| Keep stick like a drummer |
| Thumper on me and I got jumper |
| I keep 40 Colby, shoot at a buster |
| Beat a nigga over these J’s like I’m mustard |
| Shots so smooth, might do a nigga custard |
| Am I worried bout these niggas? |
| Uh |
| Not at all, any bitch give a nigga dome |
| She the Taj Mahal |
| Swallow balls, he don’t get shit crackin |
| Bro, taco sauce |
| Why would I lie? |
| You can die |
| Im not gone jaws |
| Nigga |
| Im not gone jaws |
| Aye, bitch, really you could die right now |
| Matter of fact, boom, boom, boom |
| Hit the road like these niggas when they shoot at us |
| Sky, like I said, you can die little boy |
| Hot grease, when I spit, get you fried little boy |
| These shells hit his shirt like Tide little boy |
| So dirty, clean him up with Mob stick 30 |
| The Tommy clip round as shit, start twerkin', fast |
| Im Lil' Benny with a Mac |
| And I been had game, I hit Rosa from the back |
| Give me props, sicker than the flu |
| Give me shots, bitch |
| In the party, show my guns like I’m topless |
| Make change out a nigga on that cop shit |
| Kimbo drop shit or Kimbo chopsticks |
| Rra, rra, rra |