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benny the butcher - back 2x (og) lyrics

back 2x (og) lyrics
[intro: benny the butcher]
ah
ayo, from now on, n+ggas got to call me the pyrex man (ah, ayo, yo, yo)
i gotta stamp that sh+t
n+ggas tryna take my sh+t, mr. pyrex man, that’s me, n+gga (ah, ayo)
feel what i’m sayin’?
the butcher, n+gga (ayo)
i know what y’all want
y’all want me back on that daringer sh+t, n+gga
i know what y’all n+ggas want
mr. pyrex man (the butcher comin’, n+gga)
you know what i do with a fork, n+gga (ah)
yo, uh+huh

[verse 1: benny the butcher]
i’m eatin’ caviar off ciabatta that’s chopped in (uh)
when i quit, the guys i fed off narcotics done got slim (uh+huh)
my style mixed with boldy james now and 2pac then (then)
don’t compare me to no n+gga that’s not in the top ten (don’t do that)
and all that weird rapper sh+t (uh+huh)
and they not near half as this (me?)
be in my ear cappin’ while i’m focused on the tier after this
put out a number one, thеn another one less than a yеar after it (uh+huh)
i’m humble, but you f+ckin’ bums should be somewhere practicin’ (n+gga)
these cartiers with the diamonds solitaire hazardous
i swear these hoes fall out the air soon as they stare at this sh+t
square packages, i stepped on ’em, stairmaster bricks
then whipped another half a square out my rare bag of tricks (ah)
this one for the family no matter what awards they hand me (sopranos)
i went and spent another buck on some water i can call a grammy (n+gga)
i took orders cookin’ fancy in kitchens like gordon ramsey (haha)
agents make sure they payin’ me, my trap like a morgan stanley
for n+ggas knew what happened, i was on montana with white
arm & hammer with ice, connected like joe montana and rice
scanners and lights, you value your team, you payin’ ’em right? (you payin’ ’em right?)
candid advice, you gon’ need ’em when they read the miranda rights, yeah (real sh+t)
the first day my dog got his whip, we was smokin’ in it (smokin’ in it)
he had a glock on his hip, thirty plus shots was loaded in it
i told him, “go and tint it,” he said, “f+ck that,” had no intentions (f+ck that)
’cause when he pull up slow with switches, he want ’em to know he did it, uh (uh)
[pre+chorus: benny the butcher]
but this the sh+t y’all want? (agh, agh)
is this the sh+t y’all want?
but this the sh+t y’all want? (i know)
but this the sh+t y’all want

[chorus: stove god cooks]
we brought it back, back (we brought it back)
i dropped it in the pot, it came back, back (it came all the way back)
soon as we unload this rental, we right back, back (we back)
have my shooter bend a corner, i bet he back, back (i bet he, brr, bah, bah, woo)
back, back (go)
we dropped it in the pot, it came back, back (came back, back)
soon as we unscrew these doors, boy, we back, back
i have my shooter bend a corner, bet he back, back (brr, bah, bah)

[verse 2: stove god cooks]
was cooking cocaine in designer
i turned seventeen ounces to thirty+nine
watched big homie lay that sh+t up on the heat like harold miner
i just dropped mine on the heat like kyle lowry, all the vlone came from bari
all the kilos came stamped with a balloon, it’s time to party (woo)
drivin’ sixes in the sun with that rocket, i think i’m barkley (woo)
and i ain’t bring a chip home (nah)
b+tch, i brought a brick home (yeah)
did it off the flip phone (ah)
had the feds in there tip+toein’ (woo)
i left some dirty pots and a note that said, “i been gone” (woo)
i been hit that number, b+tch, i been up, b+tch, i been on (b+tch, we been on)
we was worth six figures on them barbershop steps
was cookin’ hard with my left (left)
parallel parkin’ my lex’
hear the barkin’ from them bundles, had that dog food on deck
now my last check look like i play for the nets
but we ain’t breakin’ no sweat
we in the rental, ’bout to freeze, don’t you turn up the degrees, it’s a brick in the vent
stove
[chorus: stove god cooks]
we brought it back, back (we brought it back)
i dropped it in the pot, it came back, back (it came all the way back)
soon as we unload this rental, we right back, back (we back)
have my shooter bend a corner, i bet he back, back (i bet he, brr, bah, bah, woo)
back, back (go)
we dropped it in the pot, it came back, back (came back, back)
soon as we unscrew these doors, boy, we back, back
i have my shooter bend a corner, bet he back, back (brr, bah, bah)

- benny the butcher lyrics

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