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struggle mike - john gotti (remix) lyrics

[intro: benny the butcher]
uh, yeah, yeah
you know what this is, n+gga
i’m the one y’all n+ggas ain’t f+ckin’ with
brr, brr, brr, brr
uh+huh
let’s do it, yo, look

[verse 1: benny the butcher]
ain’t n0body give me sh+t, n+gga, i just know the g code (i know)
with my homies on pico, out in cali’, smokin’ pre+roll
i seen my life flash, it’s all badness through the peephole
i do the car dash, the car fast, it don’t got no keyhole (skrrt)
juice from aviani, ‘sace glasses like the migos
i done ran into more hammers than home depot (than home depot, n+gga!)
i done took trips to the south, two cold kilos (facts)
it ain’t enough room in this house, for both egos
n+ggas don’t remember your face, they know me though (thеy know the butcher)
i’ll get you touchеd for nothin’, we know people (p+ssy)
i’ma move bricks on a boat to coke legal
i’ma flood my strip with hope and dope needles (ah)
this mac your hair off your scalp, with no chemo (ah)
i’m from that era, where the rich n+ggas drove regals
i’m rootin’ for the birds, like i’m from philly, go eagles
and how you gon’ convince these b+tches with no c+notes (uh, yeah, the butcher, n+gga, uh)
[chorus: benny the butcher]
real street n+ggas get they cake right (get they cake right)
you know i’m plugged in, so i ain’t payin’ they price (payin’ they price, uh+huh)
i came through a glass like safe life (like safe life)
and all them hoes saw was maserati break lights (skrrt), let’s go
all the bad b+tches f+ck with dope boys (f+ck with dope boys, uh+huh)
all the bad b+tches f+ck with dope boys (f+ck with dope boys, yeah)
all the bad b+tches f+ck with dope boys (f+ck with dope boys, let’s go)
all the bad b+tches f+ck with dope boys, uh

[verse 2: heem b$f]
yeah, what up, big bruh?
i know n+ggas who move keys, drop whips from overseas (word)
plug out in cali’, that’s floodin’ ’em with them p’s (yeah)
you know the og’s, get money, stay low+key (low+key)
my old+head only charged me a stack for an oz (for real)
but you know me, i get it gone for a short fee (yeah)
ain’t no talkin’ on the phone, they tryna record me (look)
won’t extort me, i get ’em gone for a short fee
if he cross me, one to the dome, he get six feet
catch me lurkin’ out in traffic (lurkin’), ridin’ with them k!llers (yeah)
you talkin’ what you heard, i really hang around them n+ggas (i do)
only thirty for a bird, i know the real dealers
anybody say a word, they gon’ have somebody k!ll you (huh?)
you really from the streets? better practice what you preach (yeah)
these rules to the game, keep a gun in arm’s reach (do that)
i’m tryna let ’em know, but i ain’t wanna tell ’em
i hang around some n+ggas, and they all convicted felons
[chorus: benny the butcher]
real street n+ggas get they cake right (get they cake right)
you know i’m plugged in, so i ain’t payin’ they price (payin’ they price, uh+huh)
i came through the glass, like safe life (like safe life)
and all them hoes saw was maserati break lights (skrrt), let’s go
all the bad b+tches f+ck with dope boys (f+ck with dope boys, uh+huh)
all the bad b+tches f+ck with dope boys (f+ck with dope boys, yeah)
all the bad b+tches f+ck with dope boys (f+ck with dope boys, let’s go)
all the bad b+tches f+ck with dope boys, uh

[verse 3: smoke bulga]
bulga
all the bad b+tches call me southwest means (yessir)
blue diamonds, crip walkin’ on me, like o.t. (huh?)
trap in o.t., so many calls from the police (woo, woo)
bought the kicks, had to pay off the treesh, f+ck the police
ruth’s chris with my b+tch, lobster mac with the lamb chops
and the yams heavy in the lamb’, act a new chop (grr)
pyrex whippin’ the glass full of peru
brand new coupe, n+gga off the glass like an alley+oop
whole mami’s in summer twenty+twenty
i told her the maserati, hot head, get you a cold body (huh)
diamonds on my wrist drippin’, all fiji, n+gga (fiji)
good coke move itself, like a ouija, n+gga (uh)
we break bricks, like mario, luigi, n+gga
new four+fifth got a laser, that’s like a saber
black hoodie, like i’m vader, bustin’ out the g+wrangler
he pressed on 6ix9ine, he callin’ to get the gang up
[chorus: benny the butcher]
real street n+ggas get they cake right (get they cake right)
you know i’m plugged in, so i ain’t payin’ they price (payin’ they price, uh+huh)
i came through the glass, like safe life (like safe life)
and all them hoes saw was maserati break lights (skrrt), let’s go
all the bad b+tches f+ck with dope boys (f+ck with dope boys, uh+huh)
all the bad b+tches f+ck with dope boys (f+ck with dope boys, yeah)
all the bad b+tches f+ck with dope boys (f+ck with dope boys, let’s go)
all the bad b+tches f+ck with dope boys, uh

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