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drego & beno - slatt season 5 lyrics

[intro: beno]
(enrgy made this one)
right

[verse 1: beno]
boy, i’m ’bout my cheddar cheese, yeah, i’m in a different league
pour a pint up in a sprite, pour a pint up in a creme
came up off that triple beam, sell blow, boy, what you need?

[verse 2: drego]
all i need to know is would she go for the fettuccine?
in your bity, i’ma get it gone before you ever see me
put the pump to your head, knock the meat out your panini
can you stuff these thousand lil’ pills up in your vagigi?
[verse 3: beno]
how we gon’ get these thousand ‘bows? put ’em on a tp
promethazine and codeine, baby girl alеx and celine
so many legs hangin’ off thе drac’, it look like a centipede
uh, one false move, b+tch, it’s gon’ be a casualty
uh, sell a thousand blues quick, yeah, i move rapidly (right)
uh, i promise, i keep this sh+t a buck just like giannis
i paid twenty thousand for the brick, he get it on consignment
uh, throw your bankroll in the club, yeah, i change the climate
uh, b+tch perfect timing, h colored diamonds

[verse 4: drego]
i wanna see you throw it back for a thug
got his b+tch in the room with her ass tooted up
i hit a n+gga in his hat for his plug
all a n+gga know is move the bag, run it up (man)
i just wanna brack a seal, my b+tch wanna sip some wine
told my b+tch to whisper in her ear, “d+mn, b+tch, you mighty fine”
them hoes to the room at 2 a.m., yeah, that’s perfect time
broke an rp30 down three ways, we got a perky bond
i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no stick, b+tch, but this a dirty nine
pull up tryna give ar a test, but i ain’t talkin’ ron
the trap spot is just like mickey d’s, come get a quarter pound
b+tch, i’m tryna see what them guts like just like an ultrasound

[verse 5: beno]
and my bro say her head good, i swear to god he never lied
hit his block around nine, pullin’ up with gg5
i can’t go against the grind, i bang blues for 55
do a trick with this mix, you get rich, it’ll blow your mind
two bands for this gucci coat, yeah, it cost a zip of dope
forty thousand off beans a month, i ain’t goin’ broke
uh, she a tuck, gon’ let you f+ck, just keep it on the low
n+gga, i supply the trap, n+gga, you go to the store
yeah, i be boolin’ in the trap with the fiends
i be sellin’ g74, 73s
i can get you a good deal, i’ma— shh, what you need?
uh, wake up, pour a one, two, three, go back to sleep

- drego beno lyrics

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