| Griselda
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| Yeah
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| Jansport J
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| Y’all don’t ask me no questions, just listen to this shit
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| Uh
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| Hit-Boy
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| She catch a one-way flight to kick it wherever I’m at
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| So if she want to stay, then the bitch’ll never come back
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| You wanna know how a chip feel, I’ve been there once
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| This year three in the beginning of a ten-year run
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| And as predicted, my persistence got my name on all the lists
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| Had a brick before a rack, like that dope boy from Memphis
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| I survived all them death threats and three felony convictions
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| Plug found out my whole team was hot, he kept his distance
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| What’s a stage with no mic and no voice of a poet?
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| What’s more important, the flower or the soil that grow it?
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| Yeah, it’s cool, but one rule, don’t get caught in the moment
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| Or it’s back to swingin' ratchets and warmin' up water
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| Starvin' made me thin, it ain’t no mercy in this game we in
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| Odds stacked against us, had to play to win
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| I got a broad, I never saw her before 1AM
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| I’m out west in Crazy Girls cleanin' out the ATM
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| Let’s go
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| Phone so burnt, I need my pager back
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| Trips with that work, my baby made it back
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| I fuck with them hoes, I know she hated that
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| You gon' cry in that Toyota or this Maybach?
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| This for hustlers with straight cash, not bitches with fake bags
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| For hoes who fall in love with trappers and break bags
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| She texted my homie, but I’m fuckin' hers, she fake mad
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| These hoes can’t handle a nigga they can’t have
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| Unlucky for y’all, you know who the fuck is in charge
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| I put a couple in jars, let it fluff 'til it’s hard
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| I’m at JAY house, Kerry James Marshall cover the wall
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| Enough kush to knock a cupboard to fall, you know business is business
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| Bitches is bitches and they fuckin' us all
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| You know how life go, you stuck with your flaws, what’s that about?
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| They had me fucked up, niggas thought I’d suffer for long
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| I’m drivin', countin' money with hundreds on the Cullinan floor, uh huh
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| Put my hands together and I pray for the bread
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| 'Cause I get five jail calls a day from the feds
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| Go to sleep with a alarm and a K on the ledge
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| And the fireproof thousand pound safe in the crib, ah
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| Phone so burnt, I need my pager back
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| Trips with that work, my baby made it back
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| Fuck with them hoes, I know she hated that
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| You gon' cry in that Toyota or this Maybach?
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| Waist snatched
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| Rollie, she fake mad
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| Uh
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| I said fuck it, wasn’t gon' do a verse
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| Bought some ugly white girl, when I whipped it, it’s Miss Universe
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| 'Migo brought the chickens on the bird, that’s that Scooter work
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| I control my bitch’s OnlyFans, I got computer work
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| Freddie Kane, I keep a college bitch on the '94 with the waist snatched
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| Baby daddy bought her that fake Rollie, she fake mad
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| Butcher and the Rabbit, got damn it, check our credentials
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| Hoes get fucked and sent home early just like the Clippers
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| Is you with it bitch?
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| Phone so burnt, I need my pager back
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| Trips with that work, my baby made it back
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| Fuck with them hoes, I know she hated that
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| You gon' cry in that Toyota or this Maybach? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song One Way Flight , by - Benny the Butcher. Song from the album Burden of Proof, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп