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lirik lagu kill benjamin – juice wrld

[intro: g herbo & juice wrld]
(lil’ mexico, ayy, yo, mexico, hold on)
motherf*cker (uh, huh*huh)
(b*tch, huh*huh)
(b*tch, huh*huh, dj victoriouz with me in the building)
(i got what you want)

[verse 1: g herbo & juice wrld]
call me big g herbo, swerve for short (uh*huh, for short)
keep my car in sport (my car in sport)
and i ball, yeah, i ball, like i got home court, b*tch
i’m ’bout filin’ money and sh*t, and that’s in that order (in that order)
bought a rollie, look like my sh*t been sittin’ in that water (in that water)
look at my neck, a quarter milli’ (quart’)
i’ll f*ck your wife and daughter, silly (uh*huh)
throwin’ up b’s like i’m billy (billy)
fire your block up, pop a wheelie, skrrt (skrrt)
n*gga, let’s have a money war (oh)
can’t got to work, you ain’t got no money (work)

[verse 2: juice wrld]
b*tch, my money worth (uh*huh)
i on my shirt like adidas (uh*huh)
five*hundred k for a feature (uh*huh)
i probably could f*ck on my teacher
i hit from the back on the bleachers
yeah, she f*cked swerve (swerve), f*ck*n*gga need work (need work)
she suck ’til the knees hurt (she go), big gun with a three burst (grrah, go)
huh, there he go, sh*t, grab the heater
.223s got him hot like a fever
oh my god, i’m her god, she a believer (uh)
yeah, she go all the way, yeah, set it up, call the play, yeah
thirteen for the chanel (woo), she f*cked me for that chanel (f*cked for chanel)
hundred bands left in the duffel still
get in our way, we shoot to k!ll
i been gettin’ buckets, no pills, b*tch, i’m rich as h*ll
let’s have a money war, for benjamin, i k!ll
[chorus: juice wrld]
for benjamin, i k!ll, benjamin, i k!ll
let’s have a money war, benjamin, i k!ll
benjamin, i k!ll, benjamin, i k!ll
let’s have a money war, benjamin, i k!ll

[verse 3: g herbo & juice wrld]
and for that money, i will
never committed f*ck sh*t, everything i did for you real (ayy)
hand on the hood with no deal, for real
my n*ggas been out makin’ sales, as well
on my d*ck when i’m pullin’ out whips, was ill
only did disappear when sh*t was real
f*ck a n*gga, blow his brains out, i’m sick as h*ll (uh)
this sh*t could k!ll, like sick as h*ll (uh)
go to sleep, wake up, bricks sell (uh)
n*gga, why you hatin’? i wish you well (uh)
you hustle like me? these n*ggas h*ll (uh)
buy some more ‘woods, these b*tches stale (uh)
eatin’ whole lobsters with the tails (uh)
b*tches givin’ head out with the tales (uh*huh)
glowed up, head out, with some l’s
get some sh*lls (uh, baow)
hard bodies with me, all you n*ggas is frail
n*ggas got some homi’s with me, catch a body, a three
like three or four, my n*ggas got milli’s, now we wildin’ ot (ayy)
all in the street, we ain’t low*key
put a n*gga ten, minus four feet (uh*huh)
heard somebody say well no [?] in here but my homie disagreed since he know me (uh)
take an l to the chin, you know me (uh)
but all due is red ’cause it’s so easy (uh*huh)
told juice, “slow down,” makin’ pints disappear, act like he been drinkin’ before wheezy (ayy)
[outro: juice wrld & g herbo]
b*tch, uh*huh (b*tch, b*tch)
uh, huh, huh (b*tch)
uh (b*tch)
b*tch
park that b*tch up in a garage (ayy)
park that b*tch up in a garage (uh, haha, oh sh*t, hahaha)

- juice wrld

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