| The Butcher comin', nigga
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| You know, niggas be talkin' like this shit overnight
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| I spent 'bout two thousand nights in the cells
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| So I’m like, which night y’all niggas talkin' about?
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| Griselda
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| Uh
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| Hit-Boy
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| Congratulate me now, all this paper gon' change me how?
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| Fly nigga, all these diamond chains just weigh me down
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| A broke nigga not my lady’s style
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| She quit work to fuck me, count up and drive this Mercedes 'round
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| No emotions, I mastered pain with what we smokin'
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| Raw made hustlers on my block stars like Billy Ocean
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| Dope money, if the alphabet boys knew what we grossin'
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| I’d have a bdroom in Folsom, but I’m off shore, toastin'
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| Besides rap, w got you respectin' the business
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| I left the dope game with stripes, y’all left with opinions
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| We washed the money clean, the only thing left is forgiveness
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| But how could I? |
| Can’t shit fix the death of a sibling
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| Loadin' up my straps again, them folks done plugged the wall against my back
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| again
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| War paint on me like them Africans
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| They wanna know my net worth, they guessin' is I’m stackin' it
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| Add a few more zeroes or those numbers is inaccurate
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| Griselda, nigga
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| Ayo, million dollar deals at the cocaine spot, nigga
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| At the cocaine spot, nigga (Ah, yeah)
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| I pray every day I’ma hit me an opp, nigga (Aight, I gotta go, boom, boom, boom,
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| boom, boom)
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| I’ma hit me an opp, nigga (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
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| Hundred round drums, feel like the shit don’t stop, nigga (Brr)
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| Feel like the shit don’t stop, nigga (Brr)
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| This for my niggas takin' showers in flip flops, nigga (Gotta light one up, ah)
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| Takin' showers in flip flops, nigga
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| Uh, I seen street niggas speakin' blasphemy (Huh)
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| Like before rap, I wasn’t movin' units out the trunk, bitch, I’m Master P (Ha)
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| Left wrist rockin' the masterpiece
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| Cuban bracelet weighin' a half a ki', niggas got some audacity (Talk to 'em,
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| hahaha)
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| You niggas don’t even equal to half of me
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| I earned my spot with hard work, nothing was passed to me (I was grindin',
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| nigga)
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| But, actually, situations was bad for me
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| Before this shit you see as a triumph, was almost tragedy (I swear)
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| I’m at the Roc Nation party smellin' like chronic smoke (Hah)
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| HOV said, «You that boy», I get acknowledged by the GOAT (What up, HOV?)
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| Woo, even shook the hand of Beyoncé
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| That story brought tears to the eye of my fiancée
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| But I don’t know if it’s because my shorty such a fan
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| Or did she realize in that moment, I’m the motherfuckin' man (Talk to 'em)
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| I’m just rich, I sit my Richard on the dresser (Talk to 'em, hah)
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| The flow is just different, I’m just better (Ooh)
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| Only time I felt pressure when the doctor said
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| I’d be paralyzed neck down even after all his efforts (Hah)
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| That bullet tore my neck up and now my neck got VS’d up
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| I could still hit the connect up, I told you niggas I’m next up (I'm next)
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| Yeah, I drop the bag, I’m used to doin' business (Cap, hah)
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| Gave the shooter an extra ten, that’s for future business (Big)
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| Bodies drop, I can’t get too specific (Hah)
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| I sell the shit raw, I don’t step on the crack like I’m superstitious (Hahahaha,
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| ah)
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| Ayo, million dollar deals at the cocaine spot, nigga
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| At the cocaine spot, nigga (Ah)
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| I pray every day I’ma hit me an opp, nigga (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
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| I’ma hit me an opp, nigga (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
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| Hundred round drums, feel like the shit don’t stop, nigga (Brr)
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| Feel like the shit don’t stop, nigga (Brr)
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| This for my niggas takin' showers in flip flops, nigga (Ah)
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| Takin' showers in flip flops, nigga
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| Ayo, so what you in here doin', man?
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| You finished that beat I asked you to fix, man?
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| What the fuck is that? |
| What you doin'?
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| Yo, yo, knock first before you come in my room
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| Nigga, it’s my room too, nigga
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| I’ma get to it
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| I-I'm working on this Benny the Butcher beat
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| Who?
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| I’m tryna make the album
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| You know, Benny the Butcher
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| Who, nigga?
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| From Griselda, you know what I’m sayin'?
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| Benny the Butcher?
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| Yeah, word
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| Griselda?
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| Yeah, they hot, they hot
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| Kind a fuckin' name is Griselda? |
| Man, what they-
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| Yo, come on, don’t hate, don’t hate
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| Shit sound like they named the shit after one of they babysitters, |
| Griselda Jimenez
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| Like I get reppin' for the Latin community
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| But Griselda sound like a Mariachi band or something, you know what I mean?
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| Son, you gotta get with the times, yo
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| These niggas is flaming the streets right now
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| I don’t give a fuck
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| Benny the Butcher? |
| Nigga
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| Yeah, yeah
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| And he’s a rapper?
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| Yeah
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| Like he-he-he spits
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| Nigga, he gets with the best of 'em
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| That shit sound like a wrestler name
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| Like WWE SmackDown, like
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| You know, «Ladies and gentlemen, Benny the Butcher»
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| You know what I’m sayin', it’s just, what the fuck is happenin' here?
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| Like I don’t even understand what’s happening, man
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| I’m just sayin', son, I’m tryna get some money
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| Yeah but I’m sayin', like what’s-what's-what's up with niggas naming a group
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| If he Benny the Butcher, what you got?
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| Meat Cleaver and fuckin' who else?
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| Like, Lamb Chop, nigga, like what the fuck are we doin' here like?
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| You gotta chill man, you always hatin'
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| I-I-I'm just saying this-this-this some new streets, man
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| I don’t know, this, this, this some new streets
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| You a hater |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song War Paint , by - Benny the Butcher. Song from the album Burden of Proof, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп