a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

jarren benton - dont fuck up our beats verse [freestyle] lyrics

ya, ya okay
f-v-2-0-1-3 b-tch
honey i’m home, its dinner time b-tch
your mom know me, bouta sit on my d-ck
heard you wanna murder me, you better get in line quick
flip hoes, hit her with the jedi mind trick
this my year n-gga that i shine b-tch
duck, run, hide when you hit a nice split
got my first bl-w j-b way back in ’96
back like a 2pac hologram
k!ll a n-gga, then i put his body in a mausoleum
break your f-cking leg, let you leave here without a limb
i’ll be d-mned, put him in the dirt
better body them
jesus christ
leech these nights
he beats his wife
and eats this rice
i’ll eat this life
i’ll eat these mics
i need this life
i’mma sh-t h–rde like feces right?
okay, f-ck say n-gga
kick him now i know i’m bout to duck tape n-ggas
soft as a pillow, you a cupcake n-gga
mr.benton, hold up i’m bout to update n-ggas
how the h-ll you a g when you b-tt rape n-ggas?
hold up, shout out to my upstate n-ggas
club got the beat
that will make the track lean
look back like go ahead
suffocate n-ggas
(ahh!)

- jarren benton lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS