| Uh, woo, it’s Benny
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| Nothing gon' be able to stop this shit
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| Ayo, Daringer, you smoked this shit
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| Yuh, only real shit
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| Griselda
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| Yo, I’m from a cold city, Westsides and Conways, ain’t no Biggies
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| Where niggas barely 20 and rich, they all done drove Bentleys
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| Roll with me, come into my hood, where niggas know Benny
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| Hit bougie bitches with rich fathers, like a Nicole Richie
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| I touch base, it go quickly, but I ain’t no Griffey
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| We rock stars like Bo Diddley, with hoes, I’m so picky
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| The flow simply just like coke, it keep your nose drippy
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| Unload bricks right off the yacht until the boat empty
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| GxFR, they say we rose quickly
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| They wasn’t with me on them nights I was broke, really, nah, they don’t feel me
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| Think this overnight, then you won’t get me
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| You ain’t see Conway when he barely could walk, hit from that cold blicky
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| Or West on the run, coming home busy
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| Before he did that stretch, we bumped heads in the Feds
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| Back in '06, we all spent time on the cell block, made the jail hot
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| Now the checks coming straight through the mail slot
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| And I can feel it in my soul, I was sitting in the hole
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| For that shit I whipped and sold, miss my third Christmas in a row
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| Real shit, uh
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| We’re from the city of good neighbors
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| Where you can lose your life for doing your neighbor a favor
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| If you didn’t know, if you didn’t know
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| My heart belongs to Buffalo, my heart belongs to Buffalo
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| Street names so poetic, street corners dangerously stoic
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| Scuffed Nikes can lead to closed caskets
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| Dilapidation and dope fiends, yellow piss stains in snow
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| But every spring, roses still manage to grow
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| Hear the aesthetics to my soul
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| This that motherfucking Tana Talk 3 |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Intro: Babs, artist - Benny the Butcher. Album song Tana Talk 3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп