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80 bills - elcamino lyrics

[intro: benny the butcher]
yeah, uh*huh (toni, wake up, n*gga)
ayo, ‘camino (got my n*gga dough in this b*tch)
we don’t do no carry*ons, soon as we land, we gon’ hit rick
i need a b*tch, i need an ounce of weed, i need somethin’ dry

[verse 1: benny the butcher]
i know these n*ggas won’t stunt like the game
but that won’t happen, they money too slow
we the sopranos, b*tch, the mob, you know the record a hundred*an*o
pull up eat, but she in a rush, she ready to f*ck, we order to go
told her “don’t get ahead of yourself”, nah, these n*ggas not petty, they broke
i put the hood on, then my b*tch, i put this sh*t on, just for the pic’
i’m in the trenches in all this drip, i’m feelin’ lucky, i might throw trips
your favorite rapper ain’t nothin’ like me, i stand on that, and it ain’t a diss
get off the stage and open a brick, the money comin’ too fast to quit, yeah
[chorus: benny the butcher]
i spent eighty bills at the lot and i got a crazy deal
got some out of town n*ggas i can send, like the navy seal (brr)
got some buffalo n*ggas i can move the whole package with
it’s some legal businesses that a n*gga pay taxes with, butch’

[verse 2: elcamino]
i paint you whacked, she burgundy, i know these n*ggas wanna murder me
she got that ass you just need to sn*tch, you know i’ma send her to surgery
fraud n*ggas doin’ purgery, d*mn, i think these n*ggas skirtin’ me
i keep it on me, that’s for certainly, huh, she wanna suck it for courtesy
n*ggas be duckin’ they murder beef, i had the mob beefin’ st*rdily
lil’ n*gga do you dirtily, emx, try and get you that urgery, huh
i know forgettin’ it all, all the g’s, they referrin’ me
you know i put that sh*t on, all the b*tches, they preferrin’ me
you know it’s that time of the month, i told that b*tch “hide down in your truck”
i get to throwin’ money all over the buildin’, go buy you whatever you want
you mentionin’ me, a shooter a mind of his own, he slidin’ whenever he want
i told my youngin ain’t nothin’ to broke, you a fat boy, you flyin’ wherever you want
i told my demon to take him a break, too many n*ggas was dyin’ at once
too many n*ggas was turnin’ the pack, said i’d look up, we done ran out of blunts
real n*ggas, they must’ve ran out of straps, rollin’ me fine and i’m beefin’ with bums
n*ggas is food, chew ’em for lunch, take it to school, you know you my son

[chorus: benny the butcher]
i spent eighty bills at the lot and i got a crazy deal
got some out of town n*ggas i can send, like the navy seal (brr)
got some buffalo n*ggas i can move the whole package with
it’s some legal businesses that a n*gga pay taxes with
i spent eighty bills at the lot and i got a crazy deal
got some out of town n*ggas i can send, like the navy seal (brr)
got some buffalo n*ggas i can move the whole package with
it’s some legal businesses that a n*gga pay taxes with

- elcamino lyrics

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