| Yeah, yeah
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| Seventeen shots
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| Took off like a 458
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| Like a 458 Ferrari, nigga
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| Uh, it’s Benny, Daringer, yeah
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| You know what the fuck we on, man
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| Yo, yo, uh
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| I’m from a quiet town, but shit get hostile
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| You know my style, we got straps stockpiled
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| Shit crazy, niggas ran up and shot crowds
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| Got it hot lately, that’s why you see all these cops ‘round
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| These hoes iffy, say they love you, then hurt you a lot
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| They talk bad about a nigga, worse than Fox
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| Dear Mama, I’m a rider, a version of Pac
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| Icy Rollie, can’t tell if the minute hand work on the watch
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| My daughter seen me with a gun, looked at me like I’m crazy
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| I pulled her in the other room and said, «This for our safety»
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| She was scared, it was a AR with 50 in it
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| Knew I was special, was born the same day as Jimi Hendrix
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| He a snake, fuck him, he don’t deserve to be round ya
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| We got money young, then had to learn how to count it
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| Knew a nigga who got knocked with 32 ounces
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| On his way home, that was back in the early 2000s
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| Comfortable, chilling, laying up at the W
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| Playing, but I’m thinking ‘bout staying for a month or two
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| Beef with a rapper, they gon' ask me what I wanna do
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| I tell em, «Catch him, hit the chauffeur, clip the butler too»
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| Seventeen shots stuffed into the rim
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| The plug start to like you when you spend what I spend
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| You learn to talk to God when you been where I been
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| Need that yellow bag money, that’s that M and a M, nigga
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| Ayo, I had a nigga cook my motherfucking dinner
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| I had a nigga iron my clothes (iron my clothes)
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| CO bringing the phones in (ring!)
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| Stab him in the neck if he owes (neck if he owes)
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| Henny’d out with the drunken face
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| Thirty thousand in the couch like the sunken place
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| My niggas put Buffalo on
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| I rock black Cartier frames with buffalo horns, shit
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| In this Lexus acting reckless
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| I’ll treat your necklace like a complimentary breakfast
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| I wouldn’t cook with the wine that y’all drink
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| It’s a cold world, Lord, keep a 9 in your mink
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| Uh, switch kicks, switch rides
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| Loyalty forever, I’ma never switch sides (never)
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| Ain’t no such thing as oil based cut
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| So if a gram turn into sand, I ain’t picking it up
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| Nigga, I’m crispy as fuck, son, I’m gorgeous and great
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| If the going price is ten, just know I got it for eight
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| The streets is my safari
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| I breeze through, my balls smelling like Bulgari
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| Ayo, I had a nigga cook my motherfucking dinner
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| I had a nigga iron my clothes (iron my clothes)
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| CO bringing the phones in (ring!)
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| Stab him in the neck if he owes (neck if he owes) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Echo Long , by - Benny the Butcher. Song from the album Tana Talk 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп