Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Penz to Benz , by - RoneyRelease date: 28.06.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Penz to Benz |
| Yeah man |
| I’m fuckin' wit' Murda |
| (I ain’t really finna tell y’all how to get away with murder n shit) |
| They wanna see me penz |
| I just got outta the Benz |
| I am not wearin' a vest |
| You niggas just aim for the legs |
| And all of my shooters want beef |
| They only eat at the Keg’s |
| All of my niggas is dead |
| I do not want a new friend |
| They wanna see me penz |
| I just got outta the Benz |
| I am not wearin' a vest |
| You niggas just aim for the legs |
| All of my shooters want beef |
| They only eat at the Keg’s |
| All of my niggas is dead |
| I do not want a new friend |
| Roney was strippin' the chicken |
| I did not like to bag a lot |
| I had to pick up the Smithin |
| Momma told me that i had to stop |
| Bitches they callin' me daddy |
| My childern just chill like a patty |
| I’m in the kitchen wit' an Oz' |
| I’ma turn an hunned to a cattie |
| Get more pussy than a pantie |
| Like Marge with the Maggie |
| Rappin' and they call me Ron Dawg |
| In the trap they call me Andy |
| I’ma take a break from the rap game |
| Got a baby 9 i’m on mat' leave |
| Hit his block wit' a boomerang |
| Throw shots like frisbees |
| Murder got me traumatized |
| You can see it in my eye |
| Ridin' in the backseat |
| Roney he don’t need to drive |
| Yesterday was in the cell |
| Punched a nigga in his eye |
| Now i’m on the road makin' tracks with that Murda guy |
| They wanna see me penz |
| I just got outta the Benz |
| I am not wearin' a vest |
| You niggas just aim for the legs |
| And all of my shooters want beef |
| They only eat at the Keg’s |
| All of my niggas is dead |
| I do not want a new friend |
| They wanna see me penz |
| I just got outta the Benz |
| I am not wearin' a vest |
| You niggas just aim for the legs |
| All of my shooters want beef |
| They only eat at the Keg’s |
| All of my niggas is dead |
| I do not want a new friend |
| Roney was whippin' the work |
| I had to go get a fatter pot |
| Turn a half to a bird |
| Probably the reason i brag a lot |
| She wanna fuck on a burk |
| We lookin' out for the work |
| I hate it she givin' me smurks |
| Tellin' me she wanna squirt |
| Labels were givin' me deals |
| But niggas was sendin' me hits |
| I’m really the best in the six |
| But i just got outta the bin |
| The forty that’s right on my waist |
| The .22 right by the shin |
| The way that i do it, it’s magic |
| I turn a nigga into a lint |
| I will rock a man to sleep like a lullaby |
| I’m screamin' don’t get close |
| Opps like he kinda right |
| That Roney guy, walkin' with sticks like a porcupine |
| And all you niggas bitches and i don’t do hermaphrodites |
| They wanna see me penz |
| I just got outta the Benz |
| I am not wearin' a vest |
| You niggas just aim for the legs |
| And all of my shooters want beef |
| They only eat at the Keg’s |
| All of my niggas is dead |
| I do not want a new friend |
| They wanna see me penz |
| I just got outta the Benz |
| I am not wearin' a vest |
| You niggas just aim for the legs |
| All of my shooters want beef |
| They only eat at the Keg’s |
| All of my niggas is dead |
| I do not want a new friend |