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benihanas - daboii lyrics

[daboii]
buffs on, i don’t know n*ggas
we don’t give a f*ck who in the club, b*tch we got poles with us
nah i’m not yo slime but wit this, so wipe yo nose wit’ it
don’t see me out and try to shake my hand i’m not yo bro n*gga
but you know how i like the stupid head, then bust it open then
yea you know the vibes, b*tch after you i want yo closest friend
why the opps keep lyin’ in they songs, they telling jokes again?
this the demon you be ‘talm bout? boy yo bro a b*tch
don’t see me out and try to* man you get the point
d*mn you bought that lil b*tch a birkin yea you trickin’ boy
none like yo n*gga, is you stupid? i’m a different boy
amiris tight as h*ll, so i can’t bring out too much chips ahoy
i don’t give a f*ck what n*ggas claim if it ain’t what i rep
i’m strictly only brothers, b*tch nun else, my n*gga f*ck the rest
pull up wit a hunnit, i ain’t leavin ’till it’s none left
you said that man taxed you for what? you got a dumb connect
d*mn i really need to leave this house, i need a babysitter
you know that b*tch done f*cked yo gang, still put a baby in her
hit the b*tch then tried to kick her out, she tried to take me with her
oh you be with n*ggas that’s gone tell? i be with janky n*ggas
bout every n*gga that i be ’round be on janky sh*t
my brodie bro wit robbers, brodie bro yeah shoutout janky mitch
b*tch put down yo m*th*f*ckin arm you got some stanky pits
stack all the music checks then trap it out, that’s how i pay the rent
i got tired of being safe, i’m being dangerous now
still’ll pull up wit that chop to n*ggas auntie’s house
boy we’ll come and find you n*ggas in the safest house
yea i could tell you got some stress, b*tch you breakin’ out
free all my m*th*f*ckin ‘nigs, wish i could break em out
before i call the truce wit n*ggas, we could bang it out
snakes up in the grass, these n*ggas slimes, i keep the ace around
them boys sound good up on the mic, but what is they about?
like what is they about? like what them n*ggas did?
like where the f*ck you n*ggas from? like where you n*ggas live?
ion care what n*ggas on, i’m out here gettin’ rich
and i could tell you doin bad, you n*ggas livin sick
i just hit baby from the back, i got her gettin’ thick
and every time a n*gga talk you better listen b*tch
this b*tch so fye, i’m finna put her on my christmas list
my fans don’t ever let me shop, we goin fl!ck for fl!ck
middle finger up, nah i don’t f*ck wit suckas
i don’t got my strap? and that’s on facts, get to uppercutting
oh you keep yo strap? you wit the gang? you think you thuggin thuggin
by look up on yo face can tell you ain’t seen nothin
by the look up on my face, i’m up to errythang
you clique hopper of the year, you been in every gang
keep a mug, you never see me wit no scary face
i don’t ever post no straps, them boys interrogate
i don’t f*ck wit applebee’s give me that benihana sh*t
i be stuck up in my world and i can’t get me out of it
oh you can get the sh*t like that? then f*ck it, send a thousand bricks
these n*ggas tellin’ and they slidin, ain’t this sh*t about a b*tch?
onna gang
ain’t this sh*t about a b*tch?
uh, ain’t this sh*t about a b*tch?
n*ggas tellin and they slidin, ain’t this sh*t about a b*tch
[?] give me that benihana sh*t, onna gang

- daboii lyrics

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