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nimbus - bench press lyrics

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bench press (prod. by renzy beats)

verse 1
living life pour me up with another shot
with some n-ggas with dreadlocks to they f-cking socks
in the back seat with a shorty with her legs up
ever since i was a shorty had to get my bread up
used to be that n-gga with the water cooler
had to get off benches then got on them bench presses like i had to get my weight up in the hood (in the hood)
wood grain in the whip yea n-gga alls good
yea you n-ggas don’t know me know me you n-ggas ain’t my homies
playing mind games but you b-tches can’t control me
f-ck a star wars ain’t n0body tryna clone me
all up on my sneakers but n0body steal my soul see
i’ve seen it all from rags and riches
from b-tches doing n-ggas dirty like they do the dishes
always acting f-cking fishy
great whites in the dark take a walk thru the park with a n-gga

hook:
man these b-tches don’t know you
man these b-tches don’t know you
man these b-tches don’t know you
man these b-tches don’t know you
don’t make me have to pull up on you
(i dont mother f-cking care n-gga)
don’t make me have to pull up on you
(i just want my f-cking bread n-gga)

verse 2
bench pressing the whip like i’m dressed like a pimp
never settled for less i have truly been blessed
my inhaler so gorgeous drive all different foreigns
im out of the country this trip cost a fortune
i never f-cked with them armani emporium
b-tches they tricking for dollars and jordan’s
they ask for my name but it’s not of importance like
like…like its not of importance

hook:
man these b-tches don’t know you
man these b-tches don’t know you
man these b-tches don’t know you
man these b-tches don’t know you
don’t make me have to pull up on you
(i dont mother f-cking care n-gga)
don’t make me have to pull up on you
(i just want my f-cking bread n-gga)

verse 3
and i believe in baby jesus
in the park with my sunday school teacher
we came a long way from benches and the bleachers
lessons learned my n-ggas roll up they reefer
visvim christos under the the mistletoes
and oversea hoes we always getting throwed
a flame thrower propane and concaine lets this dope remain a testament to lames



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