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benny st. claire - don't tell her lyrics

[verse]
ooh yea yea aye
roll up a sack b+tch i’m tryna get high
you sat on that pack for a month it got dry
crossing my t’s and i’m dotting my i’s
he got put on a tee i ain’t batting an eye
twin glock’s put ’em up in the sky
they’ll f+ck whoever them hoes is bi
but they ain’t no chicks they got some d+cks
and if they unload it the p+ssy’ll die, ooh
trapping across the pacific
but listen i ain’t finna get too specific, ooh
come get your b+tch out my mentions
she talk like she know me it’s getting explicit, uh
you need a zip? come get it
i don’t know that n+gga finesse with the midget
i hit my folk outta town
they just flew in the bird finna serve ’em some pigeons, ooh
patron in my liver i’m sippin’
but i’m sippin’ slow you ain’t catching me slippin’
yea sip it slowly don’t act like you know me
trying to dap like we homies
little buddy you trippin’
i saw him throw that sh+t down
when i told him, “what’s up?”
n+ggas turned into b+tches
you only know me from rapping
but all of n+ggas they know me from flippin’
came a long way from trappin’ to bandin’
that’s why i can never take nothing for granted
i need it straight off the brick
so they balling it soft like i pitch underhanded
i fell in love with the money
i pray it don’t turn to a fatal attraction
i’m talking capital murder
you typing in capital letters i’m laughing
we not the same b+tch
money my language
broke n+ggas hate this
ooh ooh yea yea
gimme that brain b+tch
she went to cambridge
don’t tell my main b+tch
ooh ooh yea yea
we not the same b+tch
money my language
broke n+ggas hate this
ooh ooh yea yea
gimme that brain b+tch
she went to cambridge
don’t tell my main b+tch
ooh ooh yuh

- benny st claire lyrics

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