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Let's go Hah, let's go You know what this is The Butcher comin', nigga Ayy, look We don't do no price talk 'cause I already know they numbers Plus, me and your old connect was tighter than them Dolce runners First time I ever cooked a deuce, I got a four-way from it Stabbed it in the pot so many times they think OJ done it If me and Push would've linked back when I was a dealer That's an 18-wheeler to my town from Virginia Enough glitter on my neck that make my ex-bitch bitter I pulled up to the 'jects pushin' the Lex' like I'm Jigga To really make these type of checks, I took my chances When I was travelin' without no license, yes, I really took those types of risks I'm laughin' at indictment threats, huh, I used to sell Os But now I outsell shows, to the feds, the trail cold When I was locked, never called, but I used to send mail home I got close homies that caught new cases on jail phones Velcro strap the clip, got a curve like an elbow She countin' up, when the bitch got the 50, her nail broke They talkin' racks, but my plug bring it back on the sailboat, uh And I flooded my corner right after the scale broke That's your bitch, but I'm not a nigga she tell no (Yeah) 'Cause you got the bitch fly, but it wasn't Chanel though Letras de canciones I'm nothin' like you new gangsters, pointin' guns at the camera (Never) I bet you niggas practice in the mirror, brick of money to your earlobe Six pics, same brick, somethin' weird though They say a hero's nothin' but a sandwich The 488 comin' through like the prayin' mantis My bitches got standards It's fair in love and war, it's okay to fuck a scammer As long as he empty the bag like black Santa Steak dinners at Dan Tana's, pick a Tamara The purple in my rainbow is amethyst Only I can coke rap this glamorous The only drug dealer out at Fashion Week With an 80/20 split like Master P Why would I ever 50/50? You ain't half of me Benny the Butcher comin' after me, Push I flooded my corner I flooded my corner right after the stove broke The 488 comin' through like the prayin' mantis Thats an 18-wheeler to my town to Virginia As long as he empty the bag As long as he empty the bag like Black Santa I used to sell Os, Black Santa I used to sell Os, only I can coke rap this glamorous This-this glamorous Benny the Butcher come, Benny the Buther come From Letras Mania