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benjicold – range / ya kno lyrics

[part 1: range]

[intro]
yeah, uh
that n+gga, uh
that n+gga—

[chorus]
that n+gga p+ssy, gang, he ain’t do sh+t
talking so crazy, that n+gga didn’t do it, but shootin’ out my glock like a stoolie
my little b+tch wanna give me that top, that b+tch wanna give me that ooey+uh
broke little b+tch and she saying, “my slatt”
my go cop an asian but they look like liu kang
i’ma go call up johnny then they go get that range
i chop up the block, yeah, lil’ n+gga, we insane
b+tch, i feel like naruto, but i bring the pain
b+tch, i got two glocks, b+tch, all i got aim
f+cking that little b+tch p+ssy, yeah, that b+tch, she slain
i’m f+cking that b+tch, [?]
that p+ssy ass n+gga need to maintain
that n+gga, he white, tryna gang bang
play with that n+gga, not twister, n+gga, not a game
with this big ar, b+tch, it got range
[verse]
pull up in an srt, they say, “dang”
b+tch, if i die, b+tch, i’ma go out with a bang
your b+tch a ho, yeah, giving that top
that b+tch a bopper, b+tch, she give helmut lang
your b+tch hop up in the car, she wanna suck my d+ck, and that b+tch, she really want the fame
all of these n+ggas, they talkin’ that sh+t, yeah, my n+ggas, they h+ll, they’ll pull up with pistol
n+gga, he all in the instagram talking that sh+t, like, “p+ssy n+gga, what’s the issue?”
b+tch, we gonna pull on your lil’ block, we k!ll you, n+gga, yeah, they not gonna miss you, yeah

[part 2: ya kno]

[verse]
on the floor, he get low
i was riding with the draco in that ghost, baby, yeah you know
i was riding ’round with the real n+ggas, double cup, yeah, we sip it slow
and that b+tch off the f+ckin’ perc’, dancin’ like a crazy man on the floor
and y’all talkin’ crazy on the guys, lil’ n+gga, you get hit, yeah, you talkin’ sh+t
i was riding ’round with that main b+tch, yeah, she suck my d+ck, yeah, she ain’t sh+t
my n+gga ride around in tonka
all of my n+ggas, they lane switch
codeine sweet, n+gga, w+lly wonka
i call up the plug, n+gga, like, “what’s up, b+tch?”
i would never go out sad for a b+tch, like h+ll nah, n+gga, like why would i bite?
why would i dub on that muhf+ckin’ b+tch if that b+tch can’t give me head? go suck the c+ck
baby, she tryna go call up my phone, i told that b+tch, “shut up”, lil’ b+tch, i am [?]
and that lil’ b+tch, yeah, she got a lil’ b+tt, i told that lil’ b+tch, “i’m high, you can die”
feel like a d+mn [?]
slide on the beat, lil’ n+gga got slashed
ride with the muhf+ckin’ slatts, we ran that muhf+ckin’ red, lil’ b+tch, [?]
[?], he f+cking with that little b+tch and that b+tch ridin’ ’round like a tide
b+tch, i’m like running this beat, oh my god, little n+gga, i’m done, but b+tch, i ain’t tired

- benjicold lyrics

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