Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song White Benz , by - Remy Ma. Song from the album Im Around, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 17.11.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Remynisce
Song language: English
White Benz |
| Nah, Ion want that |
| Nah I want a purp. |
| What? |
| Naw, not a Beamer |
| I did that already, red is crazy |
| I want the white, want a white, I want a white |
| Blue? |
| Nah |
| That’s just not right… |
| I want a white, droptop two door Benz |
| With a custom interior, 22 inch rims |
| I want auto parking, auto brakes |
| I want an automatic starter with a jet off take |
| I want satellite radio, internet, phone |
| Know I gotta talk to my nigga when I’m on the road |
| That’s what I want, that’s what I want |
| That’s what I want, that’s what I want |
| Rem really rappin', these broads just yappin' |
| I press a chick quick like «bitch what happened?» |
| I’ll never see these hoes in the trap |
| And if you think I’m throwin' in subliminals, bitch catch |
| Got a gun charge cause I’m a lil' ratchet |
| And all you hoes dyin' to be me get a casket |
| Bandana in your back pocket just fashion |
| When I do it, I’m reppin' my gang, I’m flaggin' |
| BP, Exxon, Shell, who gassed 'em? |
| Bitches scared to breathe in my presence, they’re gaspin' |
| They can’t eat when I’m around, stomach’s touchin' backs and |
| I’ma call it Remadan, yeah they fastin' |
| Y’all done signal lights just for flashin' |
| Ms. Martin in the Aston, yeah ask 'em |
| I’m laughin', and I don’t want burgundy |
| Brown, blue or black, bitch |
| I ain’t even gotta try hard, these hoes diarrhea |
| Their shit watery, get the fuck out of here |
| Niggas like «Rem, please, you gotta drop quick» |
| I’m like, «Easy, hoes can’t even fuck with my old shit» |
| I’m talkin' rhymes that I spit six years ago |
| They still listenin', nah but y’all don’t hear me though |
| These chicks comedy, yeah they Mike Epps |
| I’m a fucking horror movie and they’re scared to death |
| Not for nothin', bitches frontin', they don’t want me to come back |
| The fans is kinda smart and they can see that you dumb wack |
| My swag, tried to jack it, but couldn’t quite catch it |
| Your flow is mediocre, your whole style plastic |
| This ain’t just rap, bitch, I don’t give a fuck |
| See it could go down, mothafucka what’s up? |
| What’s good, what’s hood, what’s really, what’s Gucci? |
| What’s Farragamo, what’s Prada, what’s Pucci? |