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rockerr - benji the machine lyrics

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[intro: swagtastic]
you are my mate
b*tch, i got a couple bags, i’m a shopper (b*tch)
i got ’em ripped jeans, i’m a rocker
if she a bad b*tch, i ain’t stoppin’ her
b*tch, i’ma walk around with a ch—

[chorus: swagtastic]
you are my mate
b*tch, i got a couple bags, i’m a shopper (b*tch)
i got ’em ripped jeans, i’m a rocker
if she a bad b*tch, i ain’t stoppin’ her
b*tch, i’ma walk around with the chopper (she’s got the swag)
think your shorty beggin’, i might need to block her
i had to kick her out, she wanted me to top her
sh*t, i’m patrolin’ ’round the block like a stalker
if we can’t f*ck with you we kick you out like soccer (b*tch)

[verse 1: swagtastic]
i told my [?], “hold these mags for me”
b*tch, i can’t rock with you if you not really mеant for me
i called up ben, callin’ thе cavalry
i pour the pint up in my cup, i’m doin’ alchemy
now this that sh*t you wouldn’t get
me and benji do it again, i got a couple bands i might spend
distro sent a check, run around in a [?]
foreign whip with the top off, can’t feel off the meds
[verse 2: benji the machine]
i put a couple bands on top
i need a sip, my bro off the wock
i’m with a shawty, i’m grabbin’ her [?]
she not religious, she take you to god
[?] we sit on the top, can’t park in the lot
whippin’ the ride when i’m feelin’ the shots
i know your homies be talkin’ to god
know you’re drunk, but if you touch me, then you go, then you go
yeah, you’re a daddy’s boy, he payin’ for your shows, they like, “woah”
yeah, you think you’re so synthetic, please stop stalkin’ me
i know you wanna be [?], yeah, don’t bother me
me and swag stay grippin’ on that mag, huh
we’re just poppin’ tags, uh
brodie like a g*nius how he grippin’ on that mag, huh
i know i’m f*ckin’ on your shawty, know you mad, uh
and i think too much, i don’t think you want more [?]

[chorus: swagtastic]
you are my mate
b*tch, i got a couple bags, i’m a shopper (b*tch)
i got ’em ripped jeans, i’m a rocker
if she a bad b*tch, i ain’t stoppin’ her
b*tch, i’ma walk around with the chopper (she’s got the swag)
think your shorty beggin’, i might need to block her
i had to kick her out, she wanted me to top her
sh*t, i’m patrolin’ ’round the block like a stalker
if we can’t f*ck with you we kick you out like soccer (oh, oh my god)

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