peewee longway - mr. blue benjamin intro lyrics
[hook x2]
she just gon’ eat it up
valentino sneaker, i’m in fatigue
4 gram blunts of the california weed
she can just see the street n-gg- in me
mr. blue benjamin
10 pack of gas yeah that shit nothing but profit, i f-ck up on watches
mr. blue benjamin
10 pack of gas yeah that shit nothing but profit, i f-ck up on thotties
[verse 1]
mr. blue benjamin, 2 face the bill
sky-dweller rollie they blue face, the hill
searching for the narcs she can pull up on the hill
house full of vultures and they clutching on the steel
moms chasing me feel like i’m brandon and them
i’m done with blue m&m, call me mr. blue benjamin
[?] molly dynamite what they boot in the trenches
f-f-f-ck 12, bust a whole pint on they feet
noisey atlanta gon’ have me right there with meech
mr. blue benjamin, now i own the streets
all of my b-tches freaky, my money neat
b-tch that ain’t no secret!
she ask me am i’m geeked up, b-tch i might be
do the right thing like spike lee
do bout my dealer got tigers on both feet
street n-gg-, that the way the b-tch say that she notice me
longway, b-tch!
[hook x2]
she just gon’ eat it up
valentino sneaker, i’m in fatigue
4 gram blunts of the california weed
she can just see the street n-gg- in me
mr. blue benjamin
10 pack of gas yeah that shit nothing but profit, i f-ck up on watches
mr. blue benjamin
10 pack of gas yeah that shit nothing but profit, i f-ck up on thotties
[verse 2]
ten pack of gas, i go big on a thot
presidential ultra-pure, they 10 pack on the yacht
[?] got my front pocket sloppy toppy notch
mr. blue benjamin when you come to cash out
valentino alligator stepping on the crocodile
grabbing on my d-ck when i’m dabbin it
10 pack on a thot, yeah i’m having it
real street n-gg- still trapping out the cabin, street shit
break it down, digital scale, and then we bag it up
throw on givinchys, stepping on b-tches, they gon eat it up
hopping out that mr. [?] taylor for my feet up
tussing that, pour deuces in a 2-liter
valentino sneaker, they sharper just like my reefer
i got the b-tches that set it off like queen latifah
mr. blue benjamin in the kitchen with fajitas
i break out the dab, big homie sharper than a needle
longway, b-tch!
[hook x2]
she just gon eat it up
valentino sneaker, i’m in fatigue
4 gram blunts of the california weed
she can just see the street n-gg- in me
mr. blue benjamin
10 pack of gas yeah that shit nothing but profit
i f-ck up on watches, mr. blue benjamin
10 pack of gas yeah that shit nothing but profit
i f-ck up on thotties
[outro x2]
mr. blue benjamin
10 pack of gas yeah that shit nothing but profit, i f-ck up on watches
mr. blue benjamin
10 pack of gas yeah that shit nothing but profit, i f-ck up on thotties
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