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xelinage - beno lyrics

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[intro]
(i got exotic pack)
(jose the plug)
right

[chorus]
yeah, my b*tch cold, anemic, she rock celinage
i got hoes on the weekend, we sneaky linkin’
it’s like fifty thousand, i’ll be right back ‘fore you blink
b*tch, i’m from the d, i hit the ‘hound right in a mink
i’m f*ckin’ on this b*tch’s other b*tch’s other b*tch
i heard he talkin’ sh*t, i pay ’em for another hit
i be sellin’ zips, halves, wholes, quarter bricks
do i need to explain how i came up off a b*tch? (right)
[verse 1]
i just poured a n*gga bag, she like, “can i take a sip?”
he like, “man, i need a bag, please can you lock a key?”
b*tch, let me see you pick it up before you take a sip
i love when you look me in my eyes when you suck my d*ck
i’ll trick, yeah, for that cl*t if it’s wet as sh*t
that’s your b*tch, man, tell me why you ain’t pay her rent
cookin’ splits, yeah, i’m ’bout to serve this sh*t right now real quick
it ain’t ’bout what happen in the past, it’s ’bout right now, that’s it (oh my god)
comin’ on the eastside, that’s the wrong thing
nine times out of ten, you gon’ lose, this a home game
introduce you to the dope game, lil’ bro got a blow lane
found a plug on ojs, they mad we got five different lanes
brought the whole westside down playin’ with my n*gga paid
i heard we got an away game and you know i ain’t brung nothin’ but dracs
i feel like dolla bill, ain’t payin’ the country boys nothin’
ain’t n0body come to see you, otis, won’t be no david ruffin

[chorus]
yeah, my b*tch cold, anemic, she rock celinage
i got hoes on the weekend, we sneaky linkin’
it’s like fifty thousand, i’ll be right back ‘fore you blink
b*tch, i’m from the d, i hit the ‘hound right in a mink
i’m f*ckin’ on this b*tch’s other b*tch’s other b*tch
i heard he talkin’ sh*t, i pay ’em for another hit
i be sellin’ zips, halves, wholes, quarter bricks
do i need to explain how i— (right)
[verse 2]
you took my whole f*ckin’ swag, you ain’t throw me nothin’
naw, come to think about it, you probably owe me money
whatever you cop in the dope game, you gon’ get fronted
make sure the plug straight first before you spend some money
young n*gga, but they call me unky
uh, pull up on your scene, i heard you lookin’ for me
got a young b*tch with a lot of money
baby, this a hundred, can you count it for me?

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