War paint – Benny the Butcher lyrics

Lyrics War paint – Benny the Butcher

War paint lyrics
Congratulate me now all this paper gon’ change me how?
Fly nigga all these diamond chains just weigh me down
A broke nigga not my lady’s style
She quit work to fuck me count up and try this Mercedes ’round
No emotions I mastered pain with what we smokin’
Raw made hustlers on my block stars like Billy Ocean
Dope money if the alphabet boys knew what we grossin’
I’d have a bedroom in Folsom but I’m off shore toastin’
Besides rap we got you respectin’ the business
I left the dope game with stripes y’all left with opinions
We washed the money clean the only thing left is forgiveness
But how could I? Can’t shit fix the death of a sibling
Loadin’ up my straps again them folks done plugged the wall against my back again
War paint on me like them Africans
They wanna know my net worth they guessin’ is I’m stackin’ it
Add a few more zeroes or those numbers is inaccurate
Griselda nigga

Ayo million dollar deals at the cocaine spot nigga
At the cocaine spot nigga
I pray every day I’ma hit me an opp nigga (Aight I gotta go boom boom boom boom boom)
I’ma hit me an opp nigga (Boom boom boom boom boom)
Hundred round drums feel like the shit don’t stop nigga
Feel like the shit don’t stop nigga
This for my niggas takin’ showers in flip flops nigga (Gotta light one up ah)
Takin’ showers in flip flops nigga

Uh I seen street niggas speakin’ blasphemy
Like before rap I wasn’t movin’ units out the trunk bitch I’m Master P (Ha)
Left wrist rockin’ the masterpiece
Cuban bracelet weighin’ a half a ki’ niggas got some audacity (Talk to ’em hahaha)
You niggas don’t even equal to half of me
I earned my spot with hard work nothing was passed to me (I was grindin’ nigga)
But actually situations was bad for me
Before this shit you see as a triumph was almost tragedy (I swear)
I’m at the Roc Nation party smellin’ like chronic smoke (Hah)
HOV said “You that boy” I get acknowledged by the GOAT (What up HOV?)
Woo even shook the hand of Beyoncé
That story brought tears to the eye of my fiancée
But I don’t know if it’s because my shorty such a fan
Or did she realize in that moment I’m the motherfuckin’ man (Talk to ’em)
I’m just rich you see the Richard on the dresser (Talk to ’em hah)
The flow is just different I’m just better (Ooh)
Only time I felt pressure when the doctor said
I’d be paralyzed neck down even after all his efforts
That bullet tore my neck up and now my neck got VS’d up
I could still hit the connect up I told you niggas I’m next up (I’m next)
Yeah I drop the bag I’m used to doin’ business (Cap hah)
Gave the shooter an extra ten that’s for future business (Big)
Bodies drop I can’t get too specific
I sell the shit raw I don’t step on the crack like I’m superstitious (Hahahaha ah)

Ayo million dollar deals at the cocaine spot nigga
At the cocaine spot nigga
I pray every day I’ma hit me an opp nigga (Boom boom boom boom boom)
I’ma hit me an opp nigga (Boom boom boom boom boom)
Hundred round drums feel like the shit don’t stop nigga (Brr)
Feel like the shit don’t stop nigga (Brr)
This for my niggas takin’ showers in flip flops nigga (Ah)
Takin’ showers in flip flops nigga

Ayo so what you in here doin’ man?
You finished that beat I asked you to fix man?
What the fuck is that? What you doin’?
Yo yo knock first before you come in my room ..
Nigga it’s my room too nigga
I’ma get to it
I-I’m working on this Benny the Butcher beat
Who?
I’m tryna make the album
You know Benny the Butcher
Who nigga?
From Griselda you know what I’m sayin’?
Benny the Butcher?
Yeah word
Griselda?
Yeah they hot they hot
Kind a fuckin’ name is Griselda? Man what they
Yo come on don’t hate don’t hate
Shit sound like they named the shit after one of they babysitters Griselda Jimenez
Like I get reppin’ for the Latin community
But Griselda sound like a Mariachi band or something you know what I mean?
Son you gotta get with the times yo
These niggas is flaming the streets right now
I don’t give a fuck
Benny the Butcher? Nigga
And he’s a rapper?
Like he-he-he spits
Nigga he gets with the best of ’em
That shit sound like a wrestler name
Like WWE SmackDown like
You know “Ladies and gentlemen Benny the Butcher”
You know what I’m sayin’ it’s just what the fuck is happenin’ here?
Like I don’t even understand what’s happening man
I’m just sayin’ son I’m tryna get some money
Yeah but I’m sayin’ like what’s-what’s-what’s up with niggas naming a group
If he Benny the Butcher what you got?
Meat Cleaver and fuckin’ who else?
Like Lamb Chop nigga like what the fuck are we doin’ here like?
You gotta chill man you always hatin’
I-I-I’m just saying this-this-this some new streets man
I don’t know this this this some new streets
You a haterrr

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War paint – Benny the Butcher lyrics
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