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benzo andres - lavish lyrics

[verse 1: benzo andres]

racks like future gotta hide them in the mattress
80 on my wrist 3 shots like a hatrick
bands with paper but i’m paying with the plastic
tinted windows when u see me out in traffic
n-gg-s wanna hate well i guess that’s really tragic
make em disappear and n-body know what happened
still being humble i could never be an average
gotta leave him dead we ain’t even got a casket
you living in the hood and i’m busy being lavish
bullets h-t your car so u know it’s doing damage
hit up danny boy said he out in calabasas
posing for the gram but they only flexing taxes
say u got my back but i’m never taking chances
hating on my n-gg-s they could never do what max did
always spending money gotta see it as a habit
n-gg-s talking money when they never even have it
got 40 on me and i keep it in my jacket
when they say they bout it but i know they really lackin
say they finna k!ll me but i know they really cappin
like my n-gg- wokstar all these groupies gotta tap inn
plenty with my debits all these n-gg-s they be cashin
homies got their hands so we get it with the clappin
smelling like versace all you n-gg-s smell like weed
always been cl-ssy f-ck a true religion fiend
sippin on my whiskey and you sippin on your lean
speaking on my name but that doesn’t bother me

[verse 2: wokstarbands]

last night baby on my sh-t doing back flips
paper money chaser u ain’t f-cking with no average
only f-ckin wit her if she lookin like a bad b-tch
(aye you know what f-ck this run that sh-t back)
f-cked on his girl now she hiding in my mattress
spit two shots out that thirty he a has been
last night n-gg- lost his b-tch to a savage
wasn’t even with it she can’t do it like a bad b-tch
broke b-tch hit me from my city and i p-ssed it
two times on my line get the f-ck out my trap b-tch
bangin what you claiming on the net u not with sh-ts
n-gg- u a catfish in these streets like a big b-tch
talkin out yo neck all times that’s some b-tch sh-t
reli round the city all my n-gg-s keep a stick b-tch
rap sh-t
i could give a f-ck
i need a bag b-tch
2 chops big n-gg- bussin out that ratchets
f-ckin on a n-gg- can u do it with no hands b-tch
bussin from that back f-ckin with me u so lavish
f-cked different ways p-ss it to my n-gg- benzo
ice on my neck came straight up off a benz hoe
beam to his head loaded clip thats extendo
will i ever f-ck wit that b-tch not again hoe

- benzo andres lyrics

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