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benny saint - aquafina lyrics

(verse 1)

i’m a king, just waiting on my palace
got some hoes from out in dallas, keep my d-ck hard as a callous
what’s the balance? couple thousand
i’m tryna make a mountain full of money and accountants
b-tch get out if you ain’t counting or that p-ssy ain’t astounding
get on this d-ck and mount it
treat it like a fountain ’cause i’m bound to end up drowning
then i might get you dat dat dat (hucci)
louie fendi fendi prada, sip of colada got these basic b-tches causing drama
i’m downing vodka, like it was water, then i
slaughter the game and leave it crooked eye
(b-tch i’m) k!lling these n-ggas like kennedy’s on any beat that producers be sending me
you got the heat? well b-tch i got the remedy, call me yosemite for all my enemies
that would be plenty-ity, foreign ident-ty, b-tch i got felonies, i am bill bellamy
feeling my melody? i got more left in me, young -ss n-gga and i’m getting in everything (good)

(hook)

somebody get these hoes aquafina
thirsty for a n-gga in a beamer
alpina, cleaner than my sneakers
ain’t it real when you know the n-gga coming through ya speakers (good)
yea, laced up adidas
motherf-ck polices, i smoke until i’m decent
and then i play this in my car while i’m speeding
ain’t it real when you know the n-gga coming through ya speakers (good)

(verse 2)

since a snotty nose i dreamt of the galapagos
with a guap of hoes, all hotter than some saki bowls
watch me go – straight to the bank with my c-cky flow
n-ggas in my way? really doubt they tryna stop me though
’cause once you sign, everybody wanna scribble in
first they wanna hate, but now they ask me, can i get them in?
sweeter than cinnamon, matter fact that’s a synonym
i ain’t no kin to him, so quit acting like we some siblings
flipping in that soft, but i rather kick this b-ss-line
and i heard it through the grapevine, that the fruits of my labor gone take shine
don’t waste time, on snake fools who only after your pay stub
glock 9 on my waistline i’ll make time for your face bruh
getting caked up for a big estate, like french say make the ceiling break
100 mill what i plan to make, 100 mill what i plan to make
100 pounds what i plan to break in a 10 gram garcia vega
with a bad b-tch and her model friend who lesbian but gone pretend!
b-tch i’m going in, ’cause that’s my only choice
god blessed a n-gga with a real nice voice, so rejoice when i’m whipping that royce
or maybe that regal, do it all legal
money like heaven but the game so evil
higher than knievel got juice n-gga, beatle
smoking all lethal keep my n-ggas in the fetal
catch me over oceans in a floating el camino
with carlos delfino, beanie sigel, and all my people
what you thought a young pimp n-gga like me supposed to do?
besides pour the brew, bet i get your main b-tch over you, with a stroke or two, see (what) them vocals do
my motherf-cking shine so overdue
and all of my dudes opposite of sober too, so who the f-ck is you?

(hook repeats)

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