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i can't believe it's not butter - benji bomber lyrics

{intro}
hahahaha
(benji)
one, two, one, motherf*cking two, b*tch (and i came to give the hoes plenty)
(hoe)

they say money make you change
they can’t believe i got money
ain’t no spare change
no, i’m not breaking my hundreds
y’all wanna be bruce wayne with the underdog story
sob story
you can’t guilt trip me, shorty

{verse 1}
add one more foot to 5’2”; yes, i’m a kaiju to these b*tches
free verse poetry, rap a haiku to these b*tches
evaporate when i shine, water cycle to these b*tches
never miss it when i’m serving; call it haikyuu to these b*tches
but
the b*tch is minor
somebody go find her
because i think her man just hit me on grindr
let me remind her
i don’t have to wait in line, or
b*tches wanna stunt because they own something designer

but i bet she broke
can you pay your light bill, hoe
can you feed your baby anything but spaghetti o’s
little did you know
i got garlic roasted chicken on my stove
but i ain’t fixing no plates ’cause

they say money make you change
they can’t believe i got money
ain’t no spare change
no i’m not breaking my hundreds
y’all wanna be bruce wayne with the underdog story
sob story
you can’t guilt trip me, shorty
{verse 2}
i be like, mirror, mirror mirror on the wall
who’s the c*ntiest of all
b*tches sleep like propofol
b*tches want beef; i serve it raw
better learn to crawl before you walk
and y’all better read the room before you floss

fellas spend their chips on me, and b*tches mad they’re not chose
because they’re shallow and they’re ran through like some potholes
i got flows and bars and jokes; i got more
kick my feet up in the bed of his tahoe

these b*tches really mad ’cause of depravity
hoes wake up starving for breakfast at tiffany’s
but ain’t nothing she can eat in the vicinity
’cause you know the rest

{hook}
y’all b*tches ain’t real
i can’t believe it’s not b*tter
and y’all phony
i can’t believe the top gutter
y’all b*tches ridicule me ’cause my morals are important
cut these b*tches off like momma cut the pork
{outro}
(and i be dropping b*tches)
i said what i said
(did, i sure did)
yeah
(i sure the f*ck did, hoe, the f*ck?)
f*ck you if you doubted me, hoe
(f*ck ‘em, give ‘em plenty)
benji

- benji bomber lyrics

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