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ben godd - ease up lyrics

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[chorus: ben godd]
yo b-tch hit me up, why she hit me up
sippin’ lean out the cup, acting high as f-ck
but she still hit me up you know we coming up

yo b-tch hit me up, why she hit me up
sippin’ lean out the cup, acting high as f-ck
but she still hit me up you know we coming up

[verse 1: ben godd]

b-tch my b-lls so tight like your b-tches p-ssy’
in the trap, sippin lean and i’m wearing stussy
don’t talk sh-t, unless you tryna get poked
when a girl suck my d-ck you know she getting choked
yeah my sh-t is so big compared to yours, you like a twig
yo mains my side chick, and she’s my number two
she only suck d-ck, you know it’s true

girls from university, i buy ’em dinner first
that’s just common curtsy, three minutes ’till i burst
when i was thirteen, i was sippin’ lean, being mean, smoking green

[chorus: ben godd]
yo b-tch hit me up, why she hit me up
sippin’ lean out the cup, acting high as f-ck
but she still hit me up you know we coming up

yo b-tch hit me up, why she hit me up
sippin’ lean out the cup, acting high as f-ck
but she still hit me up you know we coming up

[verse 2: yung yammi]
flood on my wrist, call it neckogreen
you in your feelings now cause your b-tch texting me
you don’t got money, you broke with no warranty
i got ’bout thirty rounds next to me

i am so turnt just like they speaking gibberish
bust on her face the same that her pimple did
i can not vibe with you cause you move different
b-tch i don’t f-ck with you cause you move different

woah, yeah you never respect me
poppin’ bottles of heny
why you tryna be friendly
pull up on you, b-tch you won’t be ready
f-ck the b-tches, f-ck the xans
i’m in the trap just tryna make a few bands
hot like a jet, i don’t know where i’ll land
i’m getting so wavy, i can’t even stand

yeah we runnin’ up on your block, these b-tches know we ain’t playin’
f-ck what they sayin’, she give me head and i’m sprayin’
yeah these homies all stare at me cause i’m pulling up all designer so they hatin’
you don’t do it for the gram, but you think you in it, god d-mn they be fakin’

[chorus: ben godd]
yo b-tch hit me up, why she hit me up
sippin’ lean out the cup, acting high as f-ck
but she still hit me up you know we coming up

yo b-tch hit me up, why she hit me up
sippin’ lean out the cup, acting high as f-ck
but she still hit me up you know we coming up

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