Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Benihana, artist - Snowman. Date of issue: 06.04.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Benihana |
| I had P’s, I had keys and them shits don’t open doors |
| Got a house full of tanned white girls, Jersey Shore |
| Got a thing for Ferraris, Lamboginis I adore |
| And I treat em like my bitches, in and out em like they whores |
| I say I love the way you grind but you shine even better |
| When I take the time to shine I’m on my grind even better |
| Got me hyped up in Valejo, they say they got that yayo |
| They say it’s weighin' up like a big bag of potatoes |
| Something 'bout them freak hoes, a song to my ego |
| Damn right I’m talkin' chips like a big bag of Doritos |
| Whip that pistol and that work all day, Three Amigos |
| What’s it take to brighten up your day? |
| 30 kilos |
| You can send the clucker so you don’t know me sucka |
| I ain’t no Tiger Woods, I took them golf balls to Augusta |
| I hit the highway, Rush Hour, Chris Tucker |
| I’m ridin' dolo, Lethal Weapon, Danny Glover |
| I know it’s gotta make ya wonder, my chain lightning and thunder |
| 10 years in the game, now I keep from going under |
| The money in my bag smell like blow and marijuana |
| I’ll whip it right here in yo face, Benihana |
| Whip it right here in yo face, Benihana |
| Don’t make me whip it right here in yo face, Benihana |
| Gotta make you wonder, keep him going under |
| I’ll whip it right here in yo face, Benihana |
| Yea, hah! |
| Paula Deen, we in the kitchen nigga (kitchen nigga) |
| Hey! |
| I’m at Gio’s cookin chicken nigga |
| Huh! |
| Greg Maddux, yeah we pitchin' nigga |
| They call him Frank Lucas cause he snitchin' nigga |
| Spot, doin numbers, got a valet car |
| Hour 30 minute wait, gotta stand at a bar |
| No shirt, iced out ho, Liberace |
| Stand up over the stove, cook it right in front you, Hibachi |
| Nigga try to repeat the recipe but they some shrimps |
| I’m a don, nun but lobster for the mobster |
| Fish fish fish, yo salmon want beef, nigga what’s happenin'? |
| Cook you well done, filet mignon |
| Scramble the eggs, chop the onions |
| Shit stink, baby say it smell like funions |
| Rocko the Chef, no Raekwon though |
| Karate chop that chicken… taekwondo |
| Fire fire fire, killed him double life |
| Sea food combination, give me double rice |
| Poltergeist got your girl freakin' out |
| Put me on a box of Arm and Hammer, fuck a Wheaties box |
| City locked and I got my semi cocked |
| Pull up in that motherfucker with the titties out |
| Put me on the block, bet I’m sellin' out |
| Put me on a boat, yea I’m sailing out |
| Got my bank account hyperventilating |
| If I say fuck you that mean I’m penetrating |
| Real nigga shit, I represent the south side |
| I spell it with a F and the F stand for fire! |