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jarren benton - fuck that shit they drinkin' lyrics

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[intro: jarren benton]
ladies and gentleman, thank you guys for bein’ here tonight
you’re now rockin’ with the f-ckin’ best
and i wanna talk about these sucker -ss n-ggas, in my city
they just copy off whatever other n-gga do
he drinks this, you drink it
he wears this, you wear it
b-tches!

[verse 1: jarren benton]
h-llo young america, f-ck wit’ us, i bury ya
dig you up, and drop yo’ -ss off in another area
your b-tch stop and stare at us
haters, they don’t care for us
i’m so f-ckin’ fly, you stand by me, you’ll get malaria
jesus, these rappers actin’ like b-tches
lezdinadardi the land of the ripe peaches
let’s play operation, this blade will cut ’em to pieces
sew him back together, my god, he looks so ridiculous!
uh, you can kiss my chuck taylor’s b-tch
run on stage and sn-tch the mic from your -ss, taylor swift!
still rep decatur b-tch, like i am the mayor b-tch
bet i’m ’bout to blow, i told you i’m on the f. cator sh-t!
who’s the next compet-tor? okay, i’m a predator
i be up in ecuador gettin’ skulls like skeletor
wake up next to horses head, and hoes i’ve never met before
if i say i’m a k!ller, i don’t mean it, it’s a metaphor!
yeah, yeah, let’s go!

[hook: jarren benton]
party like a white boy, fall out at the bar
we don’t sip no rosé, give me one more pbr
i say, f-ck that sh-t they drinkin’ on
f-ck that sh-t they drinkin’ on
f-ck that sh-t they drinkin’ on
f-ck that sh-t they drinkin’ on!
hangar one and henny, all i need, just give plenty
i’m so slizzard off that billy dee, ginger ale, and remy, man
f-ck that sh-t they drinkin’ on
f-ck that sh-t they drinkin’ on
f-ck that sh-t they drinkin’ on
f-ck that sh-t they drinkin’ on!

[verse 2: tom p.]
when i start the party, (yeah)
i don’t just drink a beer (what)
i drink about fifty just to get a little buzz
till; i’m sick and till the think ain’t clear
kick start, hoppin’ on top of the tables
hollerin’, but he can’t walk in a stable. (woah)
six shots plus a little bit of weed
got my head spinnin’ just like a hanukkah dreidel
tom, he been hot, hot since the cradle
an appet-te, for what maddie likes
yo, what the f-ck you drinkin’ on?
quick, kids, sip this, it’s half the price
you drinkin’ that with a swagger, right?
i’m drinkin’ this to get f-cked up!
still reserves to k!ll my nerves
plus a motherf-ckin’ liquor full of hunch punch! (yeah)
jarren benton don’t care for sippin’
on that red fad, that there expensive sh-t we drinkin’ on
we’re more concerned with where the women at, and there you sittin’
sippin’ on some rosé, thinkin’ that girl gon’ care and she isn’t
i already f-cked up girl off of pbr push, i swear i didn’t! (haha)
gangstas all about where you livin’
you grew up on that patron silver
i grew up in decatur b-tch!
don’t get down, not f-ckin’ feelin’ that
g do sh-t fallin’ down in the bar
‘fore we cruise to decatur for some fast food
party like a white boy for so long
and the truth is i used to be a black dude!
ha ha, tom p!

[hook: jarren benton]
party like a white boy, fall out at the bar
we don’t sip no rosé, give me one more pbr
i say, f-ck that sh-t they drinkin’ on
f-ck that sh-t they drinkin’ on
f-ck that sh-t they drinkin’ on
f-ck that sh-t they drinkin’ on!
hangar one and henny, all i need, just give plenty
i’m so slizzard off that billy dee, ginger ale, and remy, man
f-ck that sh-t they drinkin’ on
f-ck that sh-t they drinkin’ on
f-ck that sh-t they drinkin’ on
f-ck that sh-t they drinkin’ on!

[verse 3: jarren benton]
f-ck that sh-t they drinkin’ on
what the h-ll they thinkin’, holme?
i’m so freakin’ smashed, swear to god
i don’t think that i’ll make it home
cross me and i’ll break your bone
rappers, they fillet mignon
walk around this b-tch just like my d-ck was freakin’ eight feet long
yo, hey when i make it, they gon’ fear the day i drop
i swear to god when that they come that t.i. could top me off top
187 on the undercover cop, this hip-hop, no, n-gga, not pop
beat down blocks, when the aterway drop
six feet deep, sleep in a pine box
f-ck cristal, ?? shots
i’m so high when i out on my pot
till i die, n-gga no won’t stop
till i rot, b-tch, i’m ‘gon rock
basket case, p-ss the blade, maskin’ tape
bash his face, crash this place, and smash his day
rah, i’m on that mr. miyagi sh-t
blood full of buzz eye, trees, ready to party, b-tch!
uh, and we ain’t sippin’ on no rosé
one load of grain and we ‘gon k!ll it with that oj
uh, get it?

[hook: jarren benton]
party like a white boy, fall out at the bar
we don’t sip no rosé, give me one more pbr
i say, f-ck that sh-t they drinkin’ on
f-ck that sh-t they drinkin’ on
f-ck that sh-t they drinkin’ on
f-ck that sh-t they drinkin’ on!
hangar one and henny, all i need, just give plenty
i’m so slizzard off that billy dee, ginger ale, and remy, man
f-ck that sh-t they drinkin’ on
f-ck that sh-t they drinkin’ on
f-ck that sh-t they drinkin’ on
f-ck that sh-t they drinkin’ on!

[outro: jarren benton]
drinkin’ on, drinkin’ on
f-ck that sh-t they drinkin’ on, drinkin’ on

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