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benji bomber - like, honestly, really lyrics

{intro}
yeah (uh)
yo (yeah)
listen
uh
like, i
i ain’t gotta clear sh+t up
i never had to clear sh+t up (yeah)
but if i did (uh)

like, honestly, really
you could frisk me, still couldn’t feel me
’cause it can go shot for shot whеn i rock the block ’cause benji ain’t moving it gеntly
same motherf+ckers that be talking sh+t, be cooking my eggs at denny’s
play hopscotch when the beat rock, when i get drunk incidentally

{verse 1}
i just want a milli really
you can say i’m really pretty
just left a tarot reading, future looking h+lla litty
star child of the century
b+tch, i’m popping like a sentry
in case a b+tch get silly
i might get a little gritty
iq above itty bitty
and i’m riding in your city
got a couple b+tches with me
and they’re throwing paws like grizzlies
running circles got ’em dizzy
other f+ggots in a tizzy
throwing shade like a frisbee
but i know that you still feel me

dripping sauce like hollandaise
luring men into my maze
and their unsuspecting ways
hypnotized into my gaze
tricking off and in a daze
like we’re in our final days
let me strategize my plays
pouring one up for my gays

i don’t get sloppy drunk, but i’m feeling extra messy
and if i’m not making money, then i’m getting testy
money on the menu and the waiter looking s+xy
dinero, yen, lajon, ducketts, give me extra

{hook}
like, honestly, really
no, for real, honestly, really
i’m shocking these hoes when i pull up in the city
’cause benji gonna jump out the bentley
i can talk my sh+t with the top sawed off, ’cause everything i do, you do it ineptly
got loose+leaf with your scantron, but you b+tches still couldn’t test me
like, honestly, really
you could frisk me, still couldn’t feel me
’cause it can go shot for shot when i rock the block ’cause benji ain’t moving it gently
same motherf+ckers that be talking sh+t, be cooking my eggs at denny’s
play hopscotch when the beat rock, when i get drunk incidentally

{verse 2}
never looking all funny
i just want all money
belle of the ball, honey
these b+tches bald, bummy
casual and calm, cunning
that’s the way i ball dummy
stack the chips and fall, rummy
money dribble, balling bunny

b+tches are assistants, got them taking all my calls for me
book my trip to albany
accuse the b+tch of laundering
to myself all day ’cause i ain’t tryna parler
but if i’m gonna parler, it’s gotta be in français

i’ve seen a lot of things as if i’ve been to broadway
i’ma still be that b+tch if i don’t rock balmain
i’ma eat these hoes up like some ballpark franks
i’ma keep that same energy, baby; it’s all “a’s”
they d+ck ride, d+ck ride
i don’t understand why these hoes d+ck ride
man i swear these b+tches are nimrods
i wanna zap that b+tch with a b+tch+prod
break that b+tch, and the b+tch pride
but i’d rather rob the b+tch out the b+tch time
none of these hoes will ever get mine
’cause benji on his on time

{hook}
honestly, really
no, for real, honestly, really
i’m shocking these hoes when i pull up in the city
’cause benji gonna jump out the bentley
i can talk my sh+t with the top sawed off, ’cause everything i do, you do it ineptly
got loose+leaf with your scantron, but you b+tches still couldn’t test me

like, honestly, really
you could frisk me, still couldn’t feel me
’cause it can go shot for shot when i rock the block ’cause benji ain’t moving it gently
same motherf+ckers that be talking sh+t, be cooking my eggs at denny’s
play hopscotch when the beat rock, when i get drunk incidentally

{outro}
and this is gonna be the first and last time that i have to tell you (no reminders)
because i’m benji
and i came to give the hoes plenty (noted)
(uh+huh)
and you can’t forget that
’cause if you do, you’re sh+t out of luck
ah

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