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turich benjy - tesla lyrics

[intro: turich benjy]

aye, man, i thought i lost myself trying to find everything

[chorus: turich benjy]

the car could park itself
i done lost myself
i done got it back
i’ve been showin’ muscle bussin’ out my packs
i got what i asked fo’
thank god gave me a test
pistol at the desk
shoot a f-ck-boy then i had to hit em
gah, gah, gah, gah, gah, gah
fill a n-gga chest
i’ve been doing things
i know i’m up next
they ain’t never seen, i’ve been going flex

[verse 1: turich benjy]
i might [?] my flex
they ain’t go no, money, they been bouncing checks
i’ve been showin’ muscle bussin’ out my packs
i got what i asked fo’
thank god gave me a test
pistol at the desk
shoot a f-ck-boy then i had to him em
gah, gah, gah, gah, gah, gah
fill a n-gga chest
i just popped a tesla, walked around like i’m possessed
hopped up in a telsa drop the t’s like open chest
don’t n0body know nothin’ bout my set
and i don’t know who’s next but i know i’m ballin
these b-tches broke i had to [?] i’m a doctor
i got dope d-ck don’t treat it like an option
f-ck around and lose your mind cause i’m a dog
hit her open paw
pull strings like guitar, beat it like a drum
bum bum pa bum, bum, brrum bum bum bum
money conversation i can make the p-ssy talk
put it on her tongue, l1ck it till it …
whip it out the bowl, sip it with a straw
shawty took my love and then she mixed it with the drugs
now she call me everyday, miss livin’ with the plug
i can’t beat down myself, i can’t beat down on myself not no longer
i ran up all of my checks, now they longer
made that b-tch pay for my s-x, my d-ck golden
i feel like stunna, i don’t owe no one
these n-ggas talk bout the checks i got mo’
i’m gonna die bout my respect, b-tch i’m n0ble
my money colorful, it look like floral
that’s cause it’s international i’m global
that’s cause it’s international i’m global

[chorus: turich benjy]
the car could park itself
i done lost myself
i done got it back
i been showin’ muscle bussin’ out my packs
i got what i asked fo’
thank god gave me a test
pistol at the desk, shoot a f-ck-boy then i had to hit em
gah, gah, gah, gah, gah, gah
fill a n-gga chest
i’ve been doing things, i know i’m up next
they ain’t ever seen, i’ve been going flex

- turich benjy lyrics

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