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cadillacs & chevys - jarren benton lyrics

yeah
roc n mayne what up man
what we gone do on this sh-t right here
i’mma come up with a fly -ss hook
i really ain’t gone say sh-t on the verses
still leave these sucka -ss n-gg-s in he-rs-s
by the way, i finally sucked my own d-ck
leggo!

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live from my grandmama’s bas-m-nt
camp crystal lake, m-th-f-cker i’m jason
illuminati membership card, free mason
naw literally free my homeboy mason
freebasing, be patient, that’s what they telling me
party for my n-gg-, eddie, just beat a felony
that be that good sh-t, my n-gg- dizzy mailing me
lean got a n-gg- on cruz like penelope
need therapy, stressed, don’t worry me
big d-ck benton, aka, ron jeremy
when you give me brains, handle my d-ck carefully
who the f-ck care to be the loser, b-tch marry me
suit & tie sh-t like timberlake
i f-ck you and then i put your dead body in a lake
eliminate, disintegrate, sipping on gin and lemonade
b-tch i been a renegade, way before em and jay
wh-r-s sick of hearing ’bout jarren like kevin gates
i put a wack rapper on a dinner plate
i penetrate a n-gg- with ninja blade
i’m 7: 30 whipping in a 10 to 8
i’ll be there in a minute b-tch you finna wait
lil’ debbie n-gg-, yeah we getting cake
drunk driver whipping on the interstate
my girl say her period is really late
i got a home abortion kit, we finna get it straight
just kidding b-tch, good news, that’s great!
i hope the president don’t bring the f-cking ak
my sh-t wasn’t in the stores anyway
and that’s ice cubes, f-ck n-gg-s like you!

some of my n-gg-s sell dope
some of my n-gg-s, they broke
some of my n-gg-s smoke weed
some of my n-gg-s snort c-ke
some of my n-gg-s, they made it
some of my n-gg-s they won’t
regardless y’all my n-gg-s, we gone roll
just like cadillacs and chevys

cadillacs & chevys (yeah!) x7

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yeah, they say i sound like eminem
mr. 3k, yall ain’t a fan of him
your hoes swing from my b-lls like a pendulum
if you don’t like ’em my n-gg- get rid of them!
gon’ get to killing them
i’ll help ya hide the bodies, i ain’t feeling them
i’m high like helium
i’m trying to gross one billion, my kicks reptilian
i’m tryna f-ck christina milli-an!
or millian, phenomenon, i ain’t tripping i’ll even f-ck chaka khan
with nothing but a stocking on, y’all n-gg-s ain’t eating like ramadan
you ain’t bussin’ not even with a hundred guns
f-ck a fat b-tch for a honey bun
i’ll f-ck a nerd down at comic-con
never know the kind of sh-t that i be on
you be hanging with the mighty kong (f-ggot)
i be strangling the microphone, i used to play the xylophone
macaulay culkin b-tch yeah i brought along
yeah b-tch i’m in the zone, yeah b-tch i’m blowing strong
i’m tryna get it like i’m puffy combs
i’m tryna f-ck and then she going home
top gun, welcome to the danger zone
i’ll stomp a n-gg-s teeth out with wranglers on
p-ssy -ss n-gg-, gon’ get your hating on
and if you know the words b-tch then sing-a-long!

- jarren benton lyrics

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