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iight iight - benny the butcher lyrics

[intro]
ight, ight, ight, ight
these are the real sopranos
ight, ight, ight, ight
ight, ight
griselda

[verse 1]
i’m out here talking dumb sh*t, i’m like light light
yo, l’ve spent my time to coalescence fast life motors revving
v’s with the double stripes
whips looking like roman sevens
everything copacetic, my hoe got a dope aesthetic
taps on my grandma phone, these the lifts that they go to catch us
you never been around no hustlers
so how you gon’ know the essence?
you don’t know the vibe of gangsters
so how you supposed to catch it?
my new kitchen full of marble
my last one was roach infested
stacking their prezzies feel like my bank account, ghost infested
my dog said he think about breaking out from that hole they kept him
head for the hills and live off grid with that dough i left him
n*ggas ain’t tough guys, they just guys on the spectrum
for no reason toting weapons, emotional coke aggression
ight, ight
[chorus]
i’m wonder bread i turn my crumbs to a loaf
i told my plug f*ck it throw it off the boat
we only sit in tv seats at the game
buss cubans but the sky dwelly plain
i could turn a whole crib to a stash
you k!ll a cop then put they bodies in a bag don’t spend a dollar of it, just sit on your last and then you pop out with them f*cking paper tags

[interlude]
ah
ight, ight
y’all n*ggas just ight, ight
don’t wonder if it’s ight, ight
need all that sh*t
**
like my sh*t pure little primo
n*gga, it’s big butch
y’all n*ggas ight, ight
i seen your b*tch, she ight, ight
what’s that, 2016?
ight, ight
hahaha
ight, ight
these are the real sopranos
ight, ight
ight, ight
griselda
ight, ight
ight, ight
[verse 2]
i heard the b*tch got upset by them clippin’ their ebt
worst mistake she ever made was ain’t sleep with me
i’m a cool type of n*gga, i really don’t need the beef
but one shot, rearrange n*ggas faces like nene leakes

[chorus]
i’m wonder bread i turn my crumbs to a loaf
i told my plug f*ck it throw it off the boat
we only sit in tv seats at the game
buss cubans but the sky dwelly plain
i could turn a whole crib to a stash
you k!ll a cop then put they bodies in a bag don’t spend a dollar of it, just sit on your last and then you pop out with them f*cking paper tags

ight, ight

- benny the butcher lyrics

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