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noir benny – blue benjies (feat. juss) lyrics

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[verse 1]

exodus all on my body gon bag me a thottie and strip her from arms of her partner

i’m well connected like stitches, i’m well connected like rompers

p+ssy was speaking to me and i swear to god that sh+t was sounding like simba and nala

baby my thang is stone solid, gave her the rock we call that john stockton

i ball with my brothers they calling me giannis
told them f+ck n+ggas go brace for bombardment
these b+tch n+ggas not tryna die for a cause so i pull up and force+fed them pride like a lozenge
i got your b+tch in the crib for thе bargain
i slid her some green on the low likе the mosses
that b+tch a bird and she want me to crack her like polly
i’m polly the way that i pocket
all of the guap and the gwala i can’t find no room for it
copius ‘mounts of the doom i spit
this song a move a b+tch feeling like ludacris
n+ggas been fishy like lutefisk
i seen that babygirl up in the function
i get a hug then i get the dome
ugly friend like where my b+tches go
buying back the whole block
b+tch, im thug dimmadome
she say we an item, no b+tch this embargo
white girl scan the whole party for lines it’s a barcode
she got a whole baggage, that ass was on massive
i swear that sh+t hold up the cargo
got your b+tch risking it all for a 40 ball
my b+tch show toes and they paying that car note
head was on fire when i’m boutta bust that’s combustion
my tip get to dancing on tonsils
[hook]

i’m telling you once and i don’t want’ repeat it
all white air forces they don’t got no creases
my n+ggas is crazy i roll with some demons

f+ck n+ggas ain’t boutta go in that deep end

all black air forces got blood in the creases
your b+tch in the crib and she acting indecent
i’m counting blue benjies she swallowing s+m+n
she spit+shine the demon she got my sh+t gleaming

[verse 2]

b+tch i’m a glitch in the system these n+ggas they lagging
i f+ck around drag on your b+tch like a dungeon
b+tch i’m a dare devil i finna jump with no bungee
i stretch out my legs like it’s lunges
got your b+tch bobbing for d+ck like it’s apples
but no, i ain’t talking no phones or no watches
neck on john snow how that b+tch really frosting
this no game of thrones but they know that i got it
you know what i’m plotting
i’m cooking up hot sh+t all up in the stu that be making the pot stick
got whip parking itself with no hands while i’m counting these bands i don’t steer while im driving
think i’m the king of the ocean when i’m deep stroking
i got that b+tch yelling poseidon
baby girl working that mouth til i pop just to cop her that birken
that head was on point like a stylus
don’t f+ck with a stylist i’m styling
save the designer i’m wearing a white tee
its me and noir benny we counting blue benjies
h+ll nah, ain’t a k!ller but n+gga don’t tempt me
watch that boy leak ’til that n+gga on empty
f+ck all that beef turn that brain into mincemeat
scope on the opp when i pop then it’s messy
i chill with your b+tch and we kick it like messi
like kylian mbappe, hop out that crib if you ain’t giving sloppy
i been said it once lil b+tch do you copy
want you and your friends finna knock off the posse
there’s blue in my strip so the benjies they piling
if you f+ck with a star then that sh+t gon’ get cosmic
benny and juss in the gwala we trust if your b+tch tryna f+ck
better come out of pocket
[hook]



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