Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wasabi, artist - Jarren Benton. Date of issue: 07.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Wasabi |
| Pocket full of green in my jeans |
| Like wasabi |
| Chopper with the beam bet it sting |
| Like wasabi |
| I don’t like it clean make it mean |
| When you top me |
| I kill every thing Bada Bing |
| That’s a body |
| Pocket full of green in my jeans |
| Like wasabi |
| Chopper with the beam bet it sting |
| Like wasabi |
| I don’t like it clean make it mean |
| When you top me |
| I kill every thing Bada Bing |
| That’s a body |
| Niggas hate to see you win |
| The bully coming for revenge |
| Eat everything I’m a binge |
| 40 on me with the lense |
| Knock these monkey niggas off the limbs |
| Money jumping out the gym |
| Stomping pussy niggas out in Timbs |
| Lord forgive me for my sins |
| Black Luci Brasi, I’m go shoot the shotty off a new Ducati, bullet bruise your |
| body |
| Hear you talking, you can use a hobby, bitches top me off she hotter than wasabi |
| I fuck a check up on Louie |
| I might get neck from a groupie |
| I look like 95 Bad Boy |
| I might get dressed up in Coogi |
| Face mask like a Arab snatching niggas food off the placemat |
| Draped up I look like Drakes Dad, I need all of mines nigga ASAP |
| Fucking fat bitches out they’re waist strap |
| Say she like it rough and want her face slapped |
| On they head like a wave cap |
| It’s the Bully coming for that pay back |
| Pocket full of green in my jeans |
| Like wasabi |
| Chopper with the beam bet it sting |
| Like wasabi |
| I don’t like it clean make it mean |
| When you top me |
| I kill every thing Bada Bing |
| That’s a body |
| Pocket full of green in my jeans |
| Like wasabi |
| Chopper with the beam bet it sting |
| Like wasabi |
| I don’t like it clean make it mean |
| When you top me |
| I kill every thing Bada Bing |
| That’s a body |
| Homicide that’s a body |
| Ronnie, Ricky, Mike and Bobby |
| New Edition that’s a Rari |
| Percy Miller Gold Cartis |
| Chopper tag em like a sharpie |
| From the bottom of Safari’s |
| Outcast of the party |
| I might skew it on the Bar b |
| Slum Dog Bully Benton all my niggas sic em, prayers for the victims |
| This for all my niggas laying in the prisons |
| They was in the kitchen baking up them pigeons |
| I might call the henchmen just to come and kill em |
| How you on the top you barley scrape the ceiling |
| This a horror show and I’m go play the villain |
| Bitches in they’re feelings, Benton in the building |
| Bully niggas I’m the Gooch |
| Better bullet proof your booth |
| Aye why they let that nigga loose |
| Got your favorite rapper in a noose |
| Duck duck duck goose |
| The semi with the stick will knock him out his boots |
| And if the head right I drop a lot of loot |
| I pop up out the coupe and hop out with the ooh |
| Pocket full of green in my jeans |
| Like wasabi |
| Chopper with the beam bet it sting |
| Like wasabi |
| I don’t like it clean make it mean |
| When you top me |
| I kill every thing Bada Bing |
| That’s a body |
| Pocket full of green in my jeans |
| Like wasabi |
| Chopper with the beam bet it sting |
| Like wasabi |
| I don’t like it clean make it mean |
| When you top me |
| I kill every thing Bada Bing |
| That’s a body |
| Bada bing Bada bang |
| I done seen a lot of things |
| From the streets of the A |
| To the beach in the bay |
| Overseas on stage |
| No sleeping I rage |
| Do it til I’m 6 feet in the grave |
| And you know |
| Ain’t no reason to hate |
| You know |
| I pull up deep in the place |
| You know |
| I got the keys to the gate |
| And we goin cray |
| No Yeezy and Jay |
| Enemies on the plate |
| Ima feast and they taste |
| So sweet when I ate |
| Emmy teeth got decayed |
| Fuck beef Ima stay |
| Wit the green like I’m claimin |
| I’m vegan my team wit the play |
| You know |
| Ima tweak out for days |
| You know |
| Ima beast out the cage |
| You know with the heat I can blaze… aye… |