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lirik lagu limit breaker – benji ostentation

[intro: benji ostentation]
uh, what (what)
uh, yeah, ayy, uh (what)
yeah, what, uh
what, yeah, what, uh
yeah, eugh, huh
yeah, yeah, eugh, huh
uh, yeah, eugh, huh
huh, yeah, yeah, eugh, d*mn

[verse 1: benji ostentation]
stood off the rip like a beyblade
you ain’t sellin’ nothin’, makin’ plays like an arcade
b*tch from the streets but she tryna make a homemade
walk with a switch like the b*tch made a upgrade
mask on my face, ain’t no masquerade (yeah)
feelin’ like xen, threw the work like a hand grenade (yeah)
grab the choppa, got to squeezin’ like lemonade (grrah)
janet jackson, turn your trap to an escapade (huh)
since99 with the flow, it’s immaculate
i beat the choppa ’til this b*tch ej*cul*te (woah)
reload the clip, pop it in, then i m*st*rbate (brr)
these n*ggas cap, makin’ clothes like they fabricate (grrah, bow)
mentioned in songs, n*ggas fans of me
you know i’m sh*ttin’ on n*ggas, dumpin’, why you constipate?
pen and paper, i’m the one that they aspirate (yeah)
i’m like the star, n*ggas know i’m gon’ constellate (uh, yeah, yeah)
stack up the money, it’s eiffel tower
married to guap, yeah, the blue be the bible (crip)
creative mode, you just tryna survival
you need to copy your feat’ ’cause you need some revival, uh (retro)
i keep it fifty*fifty, virgil abloh (fifty)
off*white on my body, lookin’ jim crow
punchline after punch, i keep the combo
comin’ up fast, you couldn’t keep the tempo
she want to meet*up for booking and shows, need to get in contact with my manager (get that bag, yeah)
if a opp wanna meet, then i slide to his spot with the stick, riding passenger (yeah)
the track straight gas, we ain’t hittin’ the brakes, i ain’t never gon’ f*ck up the caliber (yeah, skrrt, what? skrrt)
too many hoes, no, i’m not a s*x trafficker
master’s degree with the brain, ain’t a bachelor (okay)
cuttin’ through n*ggas like arthur’s excalibur
run up on me, it’s gon’ turn to a massacre (brr)
stay in your pivot, don’t cross my diameter
stick in his face, watch him turn to a panicker (mix it with that, uh)
i’m whippin’ the pot, then i flip like the frying pan (whippin’ that, whippin’ that)
i put the pin to your head like i’m dirty dan
krypton my glock, laser beam, think he superman (yeah)
he made his fate, send his ass to the ceiling, man (uh, yeah, what)
doctor gero, how you stay with the android
n*ggas be clones, yeah, i swear they be humanoids
stop gassin’ n*ggas, surprised they ain’t paranoid
pushin’ my b*ttons, gon’ lose it like corduroy
shootin’ at us, grab the chop, we gon’ ricochet
one in the [?], seventeen and a thirty*eight
see the huncho, let you get the first forty*eight (uh, grrah, uh, grrah)
caught him lackin’, it’s gon’ be on first 48 (grrah, grrah, grrah)
[verse 2: tae retro]
huh? hold on, tae retro
throw in the scouter, i’m over nine thousand
you cuffin’ these hoes, lil’ bro, i’m just browsing
i slide with the punch, you get hit like a falcon
i’m 5’7″, my girl is a stallion (woah, just chill out)
i’m heavy on beats like i slid with a plus model
the wordplay graphic, i wrote me a new novel
they talk about money and it’s kinda funny ’cause most of these lil’ n*ggas will not see a dime
just check the position, i’m movin’ so different like, “tae retro, when will you ever decline?”
the gun hyperbolic, there’s one in the chamber, so when you get hit, you’ll be stuck in the time
if it’s retro and benji, the beat is like kenny, we k!llin’ the beat when the flow just combine

[outro: tae retro]
uh, tae retro, uh
tae retro, uh

- benji ostentation

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