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bron - benny the butcher lyrics

[intro]
ah, i ain’t even gon’ count down for you n*ggas (turn the beat up some)
the butcher comin’, i’ma surprise you n*ggas

[verse 1]
i been on
so long, people startin’ to hate it, they feel scorn
i see the looks on all they faces and i’m torn
it’s like, i ain’t wanna do this, but if it gotta be a shootin’
i guess i’ma be the shooter, you been warned
i’m in this b*tch, poppin’ ace like i’m shawn
they play your sh*t, look at the gang and then we yawn
why would he make that lame choice?
man, these n*ggas couldn’t score if they had game point

[chorus]
and i’m ‘bron
after the chip, i told my folks back home, “so long”
i move my family and my bricks to a place whеre it’s warm
i’m back in championship condition
i can’t resist all this winnin’
it’s like mе and success built a bond

[verse 2]
so let’s stay brief
i’m in a rush at tsa, they tryna x*ray me
i made my b*tch so bad that her ex can’t speak
the only way to make her litter is a s*x tape leak, a little p*rn
[interude]
hahaha
come on, i’m just f*ckin’ around (uh*huh)
yeah, uh

[verse 3]
f*ck the world, am i wrong?
i’m in the v.i.p., a hundred n*ggas strong
hustlers yellin’ from the bleachers, “put me on”
i ran it up, ain’t take me long
my life a story out of psalms
and i can put that on my mother, first*born
in my city, i’m king kong
kim jong un, to me, you n*ggas like this small
say, “white b*tch,” i probably meant what a brick cost
i’m in a five*star hotel suite with a swiss broad
then i’m gone
pinky ring of a don
bad boy like i’m sean
i’m like goldeneye bond
that’s twenty*five inf’ beams scopin’ out harm (brrt)
so how you n*ggas gon’ hide from us with polka dots on?
you n*ggas is drawn
you probably heard when i got shot
i brought a rollie, ap, and a cartier after that watch (you heard that too)
i been back home fifty times since all the rumors were chillin’
these k!llers with me keep asking me, “what we doin’?”
them n*ggas bored
[interlude]
ayy, yo, get the champagne
ayy, yo, hit*boy, we gon’ get the champagne and goggles
we sprayin’ this sh*t everywhere, we goin’ to illio’s
tell ’em open the back room up for us
let’s go

[chorus]
and i’m ‘bron
after the chip, i told my folks back home, “so long”
i move my family and my bricks to a place where it’s warm
i’m back in championship condition
i can’t resist all this winnin’
it’s like me and success built a bond (bond)

- benny the butcher lyrics

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