Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bennies , by - Blacc Zacc. Release date: 07.11.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bennies |
| I came from rags to riches |
| I make the bed tremendous |
| I got a Jag it’s tinted |
| You got a Benz, rented |
| I know my dab expensive |
| Smokin' on dabs and spliffs |
| I took your bitch to Venice |
| I cook the dope like Bennie |
| I’m on some, no Remy |
| I get little bit of bidness |
| She fuck with me ‘cause she feel me |
| She fuck with me ‘cause she you me |
| I fucked that bitch with my eyes closed |
| I got an AP it’s so cold |
| Rapper and trapper I don’t know |
| How you keep buying designer clothes |
| I told my plug to run it |
| I got snow like bunnies |
| I got bulls like bunny |
| You lil niggas not doing that |
| Might fuck on your bitch to be funny |
| That pussy still wet with the condom |
| I drive a like a Honda |
| That Gucci snake Anaconda |
| I bought a Bentley for mama |
| I have slowly made it |
| This is, no basic |
| Look at your face — you hatin' |
| Look at this paper I’m makin' |
| I had to get me a bedroll |
| I the plug in some pesos |
| I would’ve now I’m straight, hoe |
| I came from rags to riches |
| I make the bed tremendous |
| I got a Jag it’s tinted |
| You got a Benz, rented |
| I know my dab expensive |
| Smokin' on dabs and spliffs |
| I took your bitch to Venice |
| I cook the dope like Bennie |
| I’m on some, no Remy |
| I get little bit of bidness |
| She fuck with me ‘cause she feel me |
| She fuck with me ‘cause she you me |
| I fucked that bitch with my eyes closed |
| I got an AP it’s so cold |
| Rapper and trapper I don’t know |
| How you keep buying designer clothes |
| I had to make ‘em believe |
| Now I’m just livin' my dream |
| I bought me a pint of that lean |
| I took percs of ten |
| I fuck that lil bitch and her friend |
| She said she want to do it again |
| Can’t keep her hands out my pants |
| Got head in the back of the Benz |
| I went from rags to riches |
| Me and my nigga we’re millionaires |
| Hangin' with thugs and killers |
| All of us came from the trenches |
| All this designer, I’m drippin' |
| Bust down a Rolie, fifty |
| Sellin' them bags, yeah we’re gettin' it |
| All of these trophies, I’m winnin' |
| I came from rags to riches |
| I make the bed tremendous |
| I got a Jag it’s tinted |
| You got a Benz, rented |
| I know my dab expensive |
| Smokin' on dabs and spliffs |
| I took your bitch to Venice |
| I cook the dope like Bennie |
| I’m on some, no Remy |
| I get little bit of bidness |
| She fuck with me ‘cause she feel me |
| She fuck with me ‘cause she you me |
| I fucked that bitch with my eyes closed |
| I got an AP it’s so cold |
| Rapper and trapper I don’t know |
| How you keep buying designer clothes |