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ur new favorite war criminals - benu lyrics

[part i]

[hook: ilysm]
yo, whatchu talkin’ bout? i ain’t stupid (i ain’t stupid!)
all your tracks go dummy hard when they muted (hoo!)
you got all that money, umm, how you lose it? (how’d you lose it?)
i ain’t even really care boy, i’m cruisin’
whatchu talkin’ bout? i’m exquisite
we blew up paper, brodie out here need a minute (motherf+cker)
he lackin’ yeast, can’t get his bread up, ain’t no problem to me
we just reelin’ p+ssies in with that luck of the sea

[verse: sor uh]
i got that lure iii on all of my verses, you too pathetic
i’m not seein’ sugar baby, boy maybe you’re diabetic
with that lack of racks, boy i’m smokin’ pack you smokin’ mid
i made that money stack, boy, [?], i mean uh
so elusive, so underground
you can’t even follow my level baby, don’t make no sound
lately i’m makin’ waves
i went from earthbound to i love you in a couple days
still lookin’ for your plays, sh+t

[hook: ilysm]
yo, whatchu talkin’ bout? i ain’t stupid (i ain’t stupid!)
all your tracks go dummy hard when they muted (hoo!)
you got all that money, umm, how you lose it? (how’d you lose it?)
i ain’t even really care boy, i’m cruisin’
whatchu talkin’ bout? can you answer that?
i ain’t ever wanna see you ’round here, matter of fact
whatchu talkin’ bout? are you stupid?
all your tracks go dummy hard when they muted
[outro]
yes! k!ll!

[part ii]

[verse: ilysm]
ok, d+mn!
brodie whipped for me, i think he johnny test
talkin’ bout my tracks but he ain’t hear ’em yet
like he kaworu man, he should watch his neck
make this b+tch a press conference how i’m showing off that tech, b+tch (aye!)
i got a spliff in my hands
i smoke ya pack in advance
brodie wanna be a rapper
i make him fit in a can
point the strap, make him dance like kobeni
cause he wanna be me but just isn’t funny
aye, i’m usada pekora
you the federals

[hook: doin’ fine]
miu iruma b+tch, i’m that gorgeous girl g+nius
pull up his the city, got the opp on expedia
p+ss on a b+tch, got him seeing in sepia
tanqueray in my system, i woke up in armenia
pretty blonde twink and he look like emilia
you only bump trash, that’s mysophilia
and i feel like mf doom (huh?)
wikipedia!
[verse: sor uh]
hey, loadin’ up your pages, baby
see you postin’ mid pack
sit back, lemme freshen up that track with tic tacs
that b+tch back, countin’ up my racks, i got a fixed stack
you p+ssies lack that flavor, need some pickles on your big mac

[verse: piranha mae]
[?] office of piranha mae [?]
[?] come link tonight [?], crawlin’ out ya monitors
[?]
[?]
[what the f+ck is this verse]

[outro: doin’ fine]
can you keep your voice down, please?
yeah, i gotchu!

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