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lirik lagu came to conquer (remix) – northsidebenji

[chorus: northsidebenji]
b*tch, i’ma ball
i cannot fail
keep a .40 on me, bet you could tell
how could i sit around you n*ggas and chill?
when i got 20 other n*ggas to hail
i got 20 other n*ggas in jail
couple n*ggas need ’em racks for them bail
so i’m servin’ whether snow in the hail
’cause she from out of state, came in the mail

[verse 1: northsidebenji]
diamonds like water, i feel like it’s raining
b*tch, i’ma trapper but rapper in training
keeping the strap for them rats and complaining
’cause i don’t give a f*ck ’bout the cr*p that you saying
all of my youngings be clappin’ and sprayin’
so f*ck up the gta, your cats be playing
trust me it’s true n*gga, facts had we laying
the news caught us lacking on different occasions
got them b*tches saying, “[?]”, n*gga
rollin’ woods, like i’m rollin’ off drigga
under stripes, i ain’t talking no tigger
foreign benz, think first you come with us
shordys working like a symphony, n*gga
chose the main, ’cause the gameplan was bigger
she ain’t paying, why the f*ck is you with us?
cut ’em off like a n*gga had with scissors
hop out the side, will you slide to the top?
this fully auto, leave your semi at dot
my n*ggas rollin’, now the spots getting hot
i had to leave the fully auto at pogs
hating n*ggas, always calling the cops
my n*ggas slippin’, getting followed and stopped
chase came quick ready to lob
know they chatting ’cause the auto was lost
n*gga, i’m ridin’ with nothing but felonies
gave the one thing, know you smellin’ me
tell me what’s up with the jealousy?
got it off the pot, than them telly fees
don’t gang bang, but it’s better bees
still gang gang with the fellow seas
got hard rock to the cocaine
serving dog food like it’s petty grief
f*ck, n*gga
[bridge: northsidebenji]
yeah, f*ck, n*gga
serving dog food like it’s petty grief
f*ck, n*gga
yeah, f*ck, n*gga
bet you could tell

[verse 2: houdini]
b*tch, i’ma ball
not fallin’ off
didn’t want hard, so i turned it to soft
thumping the opps, dubbiez all in my cuff
i’m in all black coming like i’ma god
first of the month, ring, ring fred
he says, “circle around his ends”
telling me, “don’t bring no friends”
telling me, “hes not for them”
so i went, got 10 reads
left the spot, saw the feds
looking down right at the ground, ’cause they ain’t getting my attention
i ain’t tryna feel it, found myself in self detention
might do a couple months up in the dip to be in trenches
trap game wassi, programmed like a n*z*
pigs they know the pollies, but wanna solve the bodies
i just wanna masi’ and some ‘rari’s
turning up in all the tt parties
i’m applying pressure
wait ’til crodie pressa
plug named hector
with me for the better
stop f*cking with that fellow, he a wasteman
took her heart, then made them cyclops to x*men
[chorus: northsidebenji]
b*tch, i’ma ball
i cannot fail
keep a .40 on me, bet you could tell
how could i sit around you n*ggas and chill?
when i got 20 other n*ggas to hail
i got 20 other n*ggas in jail
couple n*ggas need ’em racks for them bail
so i’m servin’ whether snow in the hail
’cause she from out of state, came in the mail
bi*bi*bi*b*tch, i’ma ball
i cannot fail
keep a .40 on me, bet you could tell
how could i sit around you n*ggas and chill?
when i got 20 other n*ggas to hail
i got 20 other n*ggas in jail
couple n*ggas need ’em racks for them bail
so i’m servin’ whether snow in the hail
’cause she from out of state, came in the mail

[verse 3: robin banks]
f*ck the opps, that’s how i feel
big fifth, send them n*ggas to h*ll
double m, shorty, can you not tell?
robin banks, but i got clientele
flip phone, million dollar sale
haven’t been broke since i made my first sale
hennessy, no [?]
b*tch, i’m ballin’, this ain’t no nfl
whip it up, whip it up
like it’s magic, but i need me no spell
yeah, i got bars, but i need me no jail
credit cards ’cause my pockets got filled
pull up, pull up
if you really ’bout that life you talkin’
f*ck a drive*by, i rather park up then get to walkin’
abaay, abaay
these n*ggas they do not ride
b*tch, i drift, i do not slide
pull up, (skurt) it’s homicide
ahhh, abaay, abaay
their life is just all a lie
story tellin’ n*ggas, they them n*ggas that we do not like
n*gga, i’m a shooter
oh, he can’t tell?
stephen curry, the way i’m shootin’ so well
if i get knocked, can’t sing like adele
keep my mouth shut ’til i get me that bell
pull up, pull up (skurt)
ahhh, pull up, pull up
robin banks
[chorus: northsidebenji]
b*tch, i’ma ball
i cannot fail
keep a .40 on me, bet you could tell
how could i sit around you n*ggas and chill?
when i got 20 other n*ggas to hail
i got 20 other n*ggas in jail
couple n*ggas need ’em racks for them bail
so i’m servin’ whether snow in the hail
’cause she from out of state, came in the mail
bi*bi*bi*b*tch, i’ma ball
i cannot fail
keep a .40 on me, bet you could tell
how could i sit around you n*ggas and chill?
when i got 20 other n*ggas to hail
i got 20 other n*ggas in jail
couple n*ggas need ’em racks for them bail
so i’m servin’ whether snow in the hail
’cause she from out of state, came in the mail

[outro: robin banks]
n*gga, i’m a shooter
oh, he can’t tell?
stephen curry, the way i’m shootin’ so well
if i get knocked, can’t sing like adele
keep my mouth shut ’til i get me that bell
pull up, pull up
pull up, pull up
pull up, pull up

- northsidebenji

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