madeyahosang - bentley trucks lyrics
bentley truck
sittin low, 40 tuck
dirty cup full of mud and i’m breaking down that
but i don’t know why hating -ss n—as on my d-ck when they shouldn’t
i could shoot you but i really really wouldn’t
hood n—as with me on goal
and they don’t think twice oh no they wouldn’t
y’all n—as sweet as f-ck, y’all n—as sweet like pudding
and i’m swerving in the drop and i’m running from the cops
so you know i got all the feds looking
indica, sativa, i smoke it up
burn it down and puff, i don’t give a f-ck
tryna act tough b-tch holds these nuts
whitness, whitness
yeah i’m rapping on the beat
whitness, whitness
yeah that man keep all the heat you tripping
thinking that you could ever be like me
and as far i can see
all y’all n—as p-ss-es yeah
y’all n—as try
i just sigh i’m on another level
celebrate greatness whitness
yeah he’s so monumental
i’m bad environmental
your girl she gives me mental
keep that between us
yeah it’s hard to trust that sh-t so confidential
life that i live is so ruthless
fight me, b-tch, i’ll leave you toothless
yeah all y’all n—as so clueless
ice on my wrist i’m the coolest
all y’all lame rappers so useless
bury you with some red tulips
mastermind call me george lucas
shoot the 3 yeah i stay hoopin
bentley truck
sittin low, 40 tuck
dirty cup full of mud and i’m breaking down that
but i don’t know why hating -ss n-gg-s on my d-ck when they shouldn’t
i could shoot you but i really really wouldn’t
hood n—as with me on goal
and they don’t think twice oh no they wouldn’t
show you no mercy no doubt
p-ssy -ss rappers don’t like me
or f-ck with my clout
what the f-ck is you about
madeyahosang on the scene
and i come from the south
hold up this ain’t word of mouth
i got like 20 hoes with me knocked out on my couch
wait this ain’t my house
woke up in bed next to shawty, my hand in her blouse
rappin bout money and b-tches
saying i’ve changed
like anything’s different
but i’m still sane
maybe more ignorant
high off some loud
drunk off some good sh-t
maybe hood rich
maybe i’m cool b-tch
counting the cash i don’t need an accountant
i’m spitting my flow so i guess i’ll keep rapping
liking my flow so i guess i’ll keep rapping
money keep coming the bands keep on stacking
money got longer expenses expanded
play me my song cause these rappers is sounding
phony and boring your sh-t be so garbage
i’m on the grind my n—a i’m starving
planting my seeds it’s time to go harvest
misunderstood for i’m an artist
think i’m the best if i’m being honest
the beat is so simple but still sounds the hardest
regardless i’m still not the largest
i’m out here grinding so know that i got this
won’t k!ll the beat but i’m breaking my promise
bentley truck
sittin low, 40 tuck
dirty cup full of mud and i’m breaking down that
but i don’t know why hating -ss n-gg-s on my d-ck when they shouldn’t
i could shoot you but i really really wouldn’t
hood n—a’s with me on goal
and they don’t think twice oh no they wouldn’t
bentley truck sitting low 40 tuck dirty cup
bentley truck full of mud sitting low 40 tuck
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