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True sad shit, you know? My nigga born on Bruce Lee day It's Wolf time, you know? Fearless Buck shots like I'm B.D.I. The Butcher coming, Ghost too He coming, me too That is more Bonnies than Sweeney Todd May you beat the case like you Johnny Depp European V's, Imani sweats The floor is like water if you ain't see a tsunami yet Buffalo to Yonkers, the hammer is in the tiny vat Money in the Mack truck, nigga ain't limey yet You beg for my city, so it's only fair that I grow from there 'Cause you came for the polar bear and the fallen chair Brick of bad dope, this dirty weight, I'm cooking back So it's only right I left at 38 and took the axe Consecutive wins, fuck is y'all? Can never be friends My hoes be ebony skin, they give me head in the Benz Fresh from Paris, I'm in new whips and extra carrots Smoking, playing Old Biggie, trying to catch the spirit You know that You know who's coming, yeah, the Butcher, nigga Letras de cancionesAnd he came with Styles for the pusher nigga And you know the style, we with the hookers, nigga And you know the style, we with the cookers, nigga And we let it shine for all the looking nigga If the plug's tryna front, let's book the nigga If them nigga is food, let's cook them nigga If that weight is well, well, let's hook it, nigga Benny come from Buffalo, me, I'm from Yonkers But I still pack a gun that'll knock down a buffalo Nerd better turn into Hulk like Mark Ruffalo Don't wrestle, but I'm fly like I'm off of the turn buckalo Top one, top gun, never did no maverick shit All I know, you frontin' my hood, I'm not having it Lilac seats in a Porsche, paint lavender Nigga trying to act like a savage, but they a scavenger It's the kid who made a knot when my block did 50 Now I got more songs than the locks with Diddy Y'all nigga sounded confused It's too late when the gun hammer and the sound of my jewels The only sound in the room They tell me I should be grateful 'Cause I used to be on fam probation, playing with a bankroll Monitor on my ankle, I'm tired So you gotta talk grinding when you talk Benny Nigga, 'cause me and money don't sleep, like New York City The Butcher coming You know who's coming, yeah, the Butcher, nigga And he came with Styles for the pusher nigga And you know the style, we with the hookers, nigga And you know the style, we with the cookers, nigga And we let it shine for all the looking nigga If the plug's tryna front, let's book the nigga If them nigga is food, let's cook them nigga If that weight is well, well, let's hook it, nigga I'm playing Griselda, watching Griselda Pray for the seeds, merc the elders I move work, pop off, pick the shells up We a mile away, but I bet you that you can smell us We smell like money and the nigga lighting the L's up We don't give a fuck and there's nothing that you can tell us The Butcher coming, Butch, ghost, nigga Sandwich from a dead man, bet you gonna choke, nigga They'll tell you anything except how it hurt that you won But they don't know I had to play every first by the store On high alert for the law, watching my block As soon as they pull up, skrrt, then I'm gone You know that work getting tossed I never speak on your set, oh, I don't beef on the net There's nigga on my team to judge when the lethal inject It's not a secret, you move discreet when you keep getting checks These nigga mad and want to be me, so I keep getting threats The Butcher and the ghost, nigga You know who's coming, yeah, the Butcher, nigga And he came with Styles for the pusher nigga And you know the style, we with the hookers, nigga And you know the style, we with the cookers, nigga And we let it shine for all the looking nigga If the plug's tryna front, let's book the nigga If them nigga is food, let's cook them nigga If that weight is well, well, let's hook it, nigga From Letras Mania