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ben-oni - jolly ranchers lyrics

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chorus (ben-oni)
i’m not a savior
you boys are softer than melt now and laters
black mask like darth vader
hundred round drum hit you up elevator

cut like jason no tatum
best out my section
no ‘rection i raise ’em

catch my drift no contagion
animal animal
cannibal cage ’em

verse 1 (oni)

lil’ p-ssy you sweet like a jolly
you folly golly i’m f-cking the climate up
whip the chevy get mileage up
precise with my sh-t boy you best get your timing up

get your timing up find me a place where i’m wanted
and bet i can f-ck all the enemy leaches
lil’ homie i find me a niche i don’t reach from my hip
got that clip on my legions

you best keep your distance
take a double step backwards it’s best in your interest
i got homies that beat it up migos style
they beat the pot like they witches

i want knots in my britches
put a fist in your dome and your b-tch if she double up
it get cold better cover up
i drink water and tea what the f-ck is a double cup

would you look at that
flex
centrifugal
force

got a shooter with a hundred round
hundred round
run up we gone run ’em down
the way that they been running ’round

high noon or when the sun is down
chop em up
pray for you and mother that her son is found
ay

they gone find you in another town
bother not
brother i bet money
you’re not f-cking found
b-tch

(chorus)

verse 2 (mo.crazy)

this lil’ b-tch she drippy
she say that she likes white
but i’m not lil d-cky

she say that she with me
but i got h-lla hoes
on my side like my bl!cky

i get shot then i’m 50
run around your head
and i make that b-tch dizzy

i f-ck with the blondes
and she say that she lizzie
mcguire

opp lil’ hoe
she wear a wire
burn up no fire

watch out lil n-gga
go town like a tire
burn you out hair dryer

no more packs i’m just a buyer
n-ggas hot f-ck it oscar meyer

verse 3 (banboinaj)
banboi

b-tch on my d-ck and she might l!ck that
brand new chopper got kick back
if it’s a bag then i might get that
big bullsh-t then flip that

your b-tch suck me l!ck me give top
i just lay low flex up get racks
you don’t want smoke hoe go get back
hoe go get back

f-ck on that p-ssy don’t care ’bout the mileage
i step in the function i’m changing the climate
i call up my shooter i swear it get violent
they say they got cash that n-gga be lying

they say he got cash
they say he got cash that n-gga be lying

- ben oni lyrics

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