| The Butcher…
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| The motherfuckin' Butcher
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| Griselda… uhh…
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| You know how I like it
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| (You know how I like it)
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| You gotta roll up and smoke niggas off the jump (off top)
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| Let niggas have it
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| Yeah, uhh
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| I really grew up 'round hard buyers
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| My moms cryin', it hurt to see her son behind that barb wire
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| I had a trunk full of raw ridin' up the Interstate, the Porsche flyin'
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| Smokin' dutches with the car lighter
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| It’s all science, I cooked up powder, it was all timin'
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| Hooked on phonics for the small minded
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| Y’all small timers, huh? |
| With small paper and small diamonds
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| We vacationin' on small islands
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| Yeah, I got a drum for every rapper breathin'
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| That’s word for every ounce I cooked and cracked in pieces (my word)
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| From the trap, but now we packin' theaters
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| Don’t let the rap mislead you
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| 'Cause I could be the one who actually squeeze it
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| I entered the game, real as they came
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| 'Cause that stick even when the dough diminish and fade (facts)
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| New brush, spinnin' my waves
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| These young wild niggas I raised
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| It’s hard, I can’t keep these killers contained (nah)
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| Yeah, I made it, that’s where I count it at (count it at)
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| And I’m proud of that, these hoes fuck us for a follow back
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| I run my team like Red Auerbach
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| We smokin' dope out the jar, the blunt tastin' like a sour patch
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| It’s a blessin' to live like a boss, ain’t it? |
| (ain't it)
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| All these bad bitches, my kicks is a car payment (payment)
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| I be out in Cali, I’m at where the stars stay
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| The homies in the hood say it feel like we all made it (yeah)
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| I did it 'cause they ain’t think I could
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| I got a knack for meetin' plugs, so in every era we was good (nigga)
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| Don’t talk on phones if I think they bugged
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| These young niggas hit my Snap
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| And they say trappin' playin' Me & Doug
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| I said a prayer and hope God believe us
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| I ran the field for them pies, I was wide receiver
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| Only the chosen few gon' thrive as leaders
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| Now I’m the coach, I got a spot right beside the bleachers
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| Butcher, nigga
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| And it’s only for my niggas
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| All my day one niggas, man
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| All my stand up niggas
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| (And it’s only for my niggas)
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| I’m with my same niggas
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| Same niggas I was broke with, still with them niggas
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| (Only for my niggas)
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| Same niggas I be shining with, shiny jewels, spikey shoes
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| (This one only for my niggas)
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| Knahmean, jumpin' out of foreigns and shit
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| Fuckin' all these bitches, gettin' this money
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| Same niggas I was broke with, it’s for my niggas |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Benny vs. Carlito , by - Benny the Butcher. Song from the album Butcher on Steroids, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп