benny the butcher & armani caesar - buffalo kitchen club lyrics
[intro: armani caesar]
yeah, uh
y’all know what the f+ck it is
motherf+cking liz and the motherf+cking butch
yeah
[chorus: armani caesar]
they ain’t f+cking with liz and the butch (uh+huh)
i send the order, then n+gga, you cook (grr)
thought i had ones the way these b+tches shook
would be a machine if i rapped how i look (hah)
so not your typical, this sh+t is mental, not physical
glide through the pressure, elliptical (uh huh)
he like what he see in his visual
i make that d+ck disappear, it’s a miracle (woo)
[verse 1: armani caesar]
sleeping on me, must be the fentanyl
k!lling you hoes, take it literal (literal)
shooting your shot at a b+tch like me
gon’ cost ’bout a milli’ at minimal (at minimal)
my n+gga wеar creed and he hit it hard like adonis
i leavе him soaked and astonished (uh+huh)
my team on violence, we sweeping sh+t like the plague
this sh+t is getting bubonic
balling my hobby, i’m getting rings like i’m sonic
your money must keep it platonic (y’all know)
a beauty and beast, how ironic
i’m smoking on hoes like the chronic
[verse 2: benny the butcher]
f+ck y’all opinions, they weigh less than money
and they come from who ain’t got no money (ain’t got no money)
left mine in escrow and i never touch it (i don’t touch that)
’cause when pac died, he ain’t have a hunnid
sold out a show with my first day in europe
all that hate coming from home, i can’t hear it (can’t hear it)
‘fore we get a chance to hop out, these b+tches gon’ stare in the rims like mirrors
i don’t do auctions, i don’t do carmax, to the r8 from the rs (rs)
our first date we had car s+x, i put glass on the corner like car wrecks
invite me in, i might bring a scale over, i feel like y’all timing well over
i done bought so much cartel yola, that they start treatin’ us like shareholders
n+ggas resent me ’cause they just a tier lower (just a tier lower)
no sympathy, won’t shed a tear for ya (i ain’t cryin’ for n+ggas)
no weaknesses, i’m not a fear shower
i ate the p+ssy up, got my little beard growing
five five+sixes, look like we spear+throwin’ (pew, pew, pew, pew)
you know that what i’m here for
when they ask y’all who cleaned up the block (cleaned up the block)
say the butch and liz claiborne (ah)
[chorus: armani caesar]
they ain’t f+cking with liz and the butch (uh+huh)
i send the order, then n+gga, you cook (grr)
thought i had ones the way these b+tches shook
would be a machine if i rapped how i look (hah)
so not your typical, this sh+t is mental, not physical
glide through the pressure, elliptical (uh huh)
he like what he see in his visual
i make that d+ck disappear, it’s a miracle (woo)
[outro: benny the butcher & armani caesar]
pew, pew, pew, pew
they ain’t f+cking with liz and the butch
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