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drego & beno - slatt season 2 lyrics

[intro: beno]
kilo made this
beep, woo

[chorus: drego]
i told the lil’ b-tch listen, don’t ask questions why
when you come to me, you gotta testify
i heard you really with it, heard you wanna ride, yeah
i heard you with the shits, drive when i slide then
i told the lil’ b-tch listen, don’t ask questions why
when you come to me, you gotta testify
i heard you really with it, heard you wanna ride, yeah
i heard you with the shits, drive when i slide then

[verse 1: beno]
hop out the s 550 then high five my slime
and when it come to me, b-tch, you better lie
i gotta keep on goin’, can’t let ’em k!ll my pride, d-mn
ridin’ through the trenches, yeah, i supply it
uh, ridin’ with your b-tch, yeah, she be drivin’

[verse 2: drego]
man, jack in the box, hop out, surprise, d-mn
she was an opp b-tch, lil’ ho a slime
she said the d-ck so good, it got her switchin’ sides
i swear my aim so good, i’m tryna hit it now
i asked him is this shit good? i’m tryna spend it now
run through the clips once and then spin around

[verse 3: beno]
got the city all on my back, it’s time to buckle down
it’s on the plane, on the bus, it’s a turn around
if we have a problem, run up in your house
this lil’ b-tch a thottie, you ain’t figure out
if you ain’t up a hundred, boy, shut your mouth

[verse 4: drego]
i got the oven three-fifty, i’m ’bout to bake him now
yeah, melvin, baby boy, it’s ’bout the b-tter, huh
you still doing plain janes, you need to bust it down
it’s gon’ be a house of pain, bring uncle curtis out
that’s that one b-tch, i bring her the ball
i know this lil’ n-gg- better not run his mouth
or i’ma pull up right there by his mama house
this the type of shit that bring the demon out me

[verse 5: beno]
i caught her down atlanta walkin’ out of trolleys
she a freaky b-tch, she suck the semen out me
i swear she got the perfect body
she got spurs, she thick, she wanna smoke biscotti
lil’ b-tch -ss puts i in illuminati
i prefer the steak or the calamari
and if you got a problem, throw that boy a party
i’ll f-ck up the party, boy, don’t get me started

[verse 6: drego]
yeah, i’m in magnolia like i’m playboi carti
please don’t get that playboy started, i’ma have my hitter archin’
can you bend it over? show you how to arch it
man, i said, “b-tch, i ain’t repeatin’,” she said, “beg your pardon?”
i told her, “b-tch, give me kisses ’cause i’m ’bout to part you”
i said, “lil’ baby, can we f-ck? we ain’t gotta argue”
she tote a lil’ two-five like she chandler parsons
i told my dawg do the limit and we ain’t gotta argue

[outro: beno]
let me hear it

- drego beno lyrics

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