love me - beno lyrics
spent a hundred k on my son, i bought my sister a jeep
can’t f*ck with these hood hoes no more, they don’t give a f*ck about me
all*black two*three, lebron with the heat (what? two*three, two*three)
i was just in miami in the rolls*royce geeked (what? yeah, rolls*royce, geeked)
lil’ tommy got an fn in the backseat (what? yeah, in the backseat)
red rag, red flag, b*tch, you better make peace (yeah)
i’m in this b*tch with my k!llers (yeah)
whole lotta motherf*ckin’ n*ggas (yeah)
we got them motherf*ckin’ choppers (yeah)
i pick you up, n*gga, i get you (yeah)
i said i don’t f*ck with these n*ggas (yeah)
we see ’em, we punchin’ them n*ggas (yeah)
we uppin’ the score on these n*ggas (yeah)
go out the back door on that n*gga (out the back door, yeah)
go out the back door on that n*gga (out the back door, yeah)
go out the back door on that n*gga (out the back door, yeah)
go out the back door on that n*gga (out the back door, yeah)
go out the back door on that n*gga (yeah)
go back (yeah, slatt, slatt)
you was still posted with my boy
yeah, my slatt (okay, slatt, slatt)
beno, he go crazy, you know that (what? what? yeah)
whole lotta bands in this b*tch (what? yeah)
whole lotta cash in this b*tch (yeah)
hop on the motherf*ckin’ plane (yeah)
i just popped me a g6 (yeah)
you know that i love to stay high (yeah)
my shawty just said that she bi (yeah)
she carry that sh*t, she gon’ ride (yeah)
i f*cked her then told her she mine (yeah)
i’m really not with tellin’ lies (yeah)
i really don’t hang around guys (yeah)
the streets treat me like a god (yeah)
my b*tch treat me like a god (yeah)
got a main and a side (yeah, side)
f*ck fame, i ride with the fire
blow out the brain in the ride (ugh)
blow out the brain in the ride (yeah)
i’m ridin’ ’round town with a ratchet b*tch (ratchet, ayy)
she say: carti, you back on your ratchet sh*t (ayy)
i rock diamonds, the patek from elliante (what?)
show me somethin’ that carti not better than
if a n*gga keep talkin’, we runnin’ in (yeah)
get that n*gga kicked out like i’m puntin’ it (yeah)
on the block rollin’ dice and i’m goin’ in
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
spent a hundred k on my son, i bought my sister a jeep
can’t f*ck with these hood hoes no more, they don’t give a f*ck about me
all*black two*three, lebron with the heat (what? two*three, two*three)
i was just in miami in the rolls*royce geeked (what? yeah, rolls*royce, geeked)
lil’ tommy got an fn in the backseat (what? yeah, in the backseat)
red rag, red flag, b*tch, you better make peace (yeah)
i’m in this b*tch with my k!llers (yeah)
whole lotta motherf*ckin’ n*ggas (yeah)
we got them motherf*ckin’ choppers (yeah)
i pick you up, n*gga, i get you (yeah)
i said i don’t f*ck with these n*ggas (yeah)
we see ’em, we punchin’ them n*ggas (yeah)
we uppin’ the score on these n*ggas (yeah)
go out the back door on that n*gga (out the back door, yeah)
go out the back door on that n*gga (out the back door, yeah)
go out the back door on that n*gga (out the back door, yeah)
go out the back door on that n*gga (out the back door, yeah)
go out the back door on that n*gga (yeah)
go back (yeah, yeah)
you was still posted with my boy
yeah, my slatt (okay, slatt, what?)
beno, he go crazy, you know that (what? what?)
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