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w.y.i.m (what's yours is mine) - noir benny lyrics

man we walked inside your city like the place ain’t yours
i slap a n*gga show silver caps on my massive grin
it made his taste deteriorate he thought he had the vid
highly favored greeting lady luck with a passionate kiss
the world’s in flames but i remain that shows the craftsmanship
i’m booted up prepped for coup d’etats with some armored men
serial number scratched off the glock they don’t know who’s it is
is there a body on this b*tch? i mean like 1 to 10
street doctor chopped them all up leaking god*awful stench
i know that boy not waking up this sleep is more than rem
b*tch i’m colorful as f*ck in my vеins it’s just more than red
i got two freaks undеr sheets tryna greet with morning head
but i was out delivering blotter sheets to colleges at 4 a.m
freshman trying to get me to spoon with her but i ain’t reese
ask about me they know how i know do n*ggas this can’t beef
man f*ck ya pops he should have never shot his seed
pushed that sh*t way past the issue one call then i send the fleet
the tides will shift
my location remote
b*tch gon desecrate the sheets then i’m sending that hoe back home
the pentagrams on wicca candles lit so she can cast an omen
all on em hoe n*ggas
thought the ass was as big as a slope so im riding down slalom
b*tch im masanutten cold
my sweat comes down as frozen shards they break off when they hit the floor
no asterisk beside my dub no plastic inside my hoe
need sticky like dijonay want smoke then i’m cuban bold
i wish i could take the pain and roll this motherf*cka up
if i did i’d blow it down until the roaches burn my thumbs
b*tch you know i make n*ggas dont try to f*ck me up
cause i will send your dirty asses packing back down to the slums
buckshot now your brain is slush
hybrid strains i puff will bring the punch like clubber lang and such
baby boy can’t smoke my jay the sh*t i face will sprain your lung
maybe know who sprayed the scene but i can not say too much
you was in interrogation eating chick fil a for lunch
there ain’t no face to save he falling fast from grace
left out with a brand new ssn a voice with southern tw*ng
sources say he’s georgia bound
trying to head down to the a
it don’t matter where you go i’m on your ass in outer sp*ce
i’ma help you find the shame of yours kicking down the door walk in the crib it’s like the place is ours
swiffer jets incase we stain the floor pull up to your door walk in the crib its like the place ain’t yours

- noir benny lyrics

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