| Hey, you’re watching One Umbrella TV
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| Lil fuckers, fuckers tryna fuck with me earlier
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| Pull up, pull up
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| Oh fuck
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| Yo come here cuzzy, wah gwaan?
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| Fuck
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| Look, first off he was tellin' pussy niggas, story up
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| I was trappin' out in Brampton, whole high school year, courted up
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| Man, H-Town in the Bando’s all boarded up, still know it’s us
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| Had a Benz coupe at 17, now it’s Rolls Royce when I’m rollin' up
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| I hit the beach for a brief day, South Beach on a leaf case
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| Cash all in it and a nigga bring that shit to each state
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| Talkin' Miami to the peach state, ah
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| Diddy to them bitches, sent them out for the cheesecake, ah
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| In a mission when I sent them niggas on a death wish for a piece day
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| Got a Rollie, Audemars Piguet, nigga, pete sakes
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| Now it’s Richard Milles on the wrist, that’s 'round half-a-mill for a clean
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| face, ah
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| Brick walls in a log house 'cause they put a nigga in a dog house
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| Some soul with it, I be still in it, if I logged out, man
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| Last night brought twin bitches to the twin tellies off of twin celly
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| Had him lookin' like straight Meek Nelly in the strip deli
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| I still feel I seen it all, so shit niggas tell me ain’t shit to tell me
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| I be in it for a long time, niggas still pass, homie, ain’t shit could feel me,
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| ah
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| Uh, Pablo, my chick Tata, nice breasts with the high thighs
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| Like KFC, only thing missin' was the hot fries
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| And the cold Coke, mink warm but it’s the cold coat
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| Brown skin on a black woman, only time I’m fuckin' with the cocos
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| Lil mama get stupider, say she want all of me, that’s a kowal to me,
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| what I’ma do with her?
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| My baby ma’s so fuckin' lit, man, I wish there was two of her
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| I just put it in a new BMW 'cause the Lamborghini that I just copped not for
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| the two of us
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| Don’t get it twisted, if she come on tour then I gotta cop ma her own tour bus
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| Back and forth on the road so much, I don’t get to go home much
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| Ah, ah, lot of shit glowed up, wrist lit, shit froze up
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| And we just gettin' to the, ah
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| Part 2
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| So incredible, baby
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| This that type shit you just, you drop the wig on the donk
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| Look in the skies, say, «God's great»
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| Uh
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| Fell asleep in first class and woke in Dubai
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| Club whites, sparklers, lookin' like Fourth of July
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| Instagram story clickin', tryna save the moment
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| Sexy woman sell the pussy but we ain’t condone it
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| I woke up in the hospital at 2PM
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| Abu Dhabi club party, try do me in
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| Paramedic talkin', tell me in the ambulance
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| I could barely hear this nigga, just the ambiance
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| Plain face Richard Mille on my wrist
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| Last year I didn’t even know that shit exists
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| Ed Sheeran, put me on every watch, then I roll around
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| 4 years ago, we were talkin' Pateks, it’s over now
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| Shout out my nigga Ed, deserve the greatest due
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| Look at the Rollie like I’m in love with the shape of you
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| Brown face Presidential, Obama
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| Top floor of the Trump, like I got no honour
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| I never said it though I kinda said it
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| I’m cruisin' through New York in a 911
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| Used to fuck Julie 'round 9:11
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| Fly nigga in the buildin' like 9/11
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| 35 up at Gucci, nigga, Charlamagne say you stupid, nigga
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| Say I look a L, I never miss a win, big bank, next day, did that shit again
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| Uh, screamin', «God's great», made another mill, sayin', «God's grace»
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| The dawn lookin' like a drop Wraith
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| Copped the car cash, nigga, for the cop face
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| Uh, legit, baby, we always wanted to be it, baby
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| Shit, well this is it, baby, uh, Fargo, this is it, baby |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Benevolent , by - Tory Lanez. Song from the album MEMORIES DON'T DIE, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп