$F Lyrics
$F Lyrics [Intro: Benny The Butcher] Ah, we live right now? Yeah I been seen fetti, nigga What niggas know 'bout fresh off parole Plugging with twenty thousand dirty money nigga? Balenciaga shopping frequently Benny, Sule and Fuego, nigga, BSF (These are the real Sopranos) Ah [Verse 1: Benny the Butcher] Nine-hundred grams in my kitchen sink, fuck you niggas think? No license, cops pull us, then we switchin' seats Beef is when they missin' limbs, fuck missin' teeth You know the stick with me, taller than the Christmas tree God of this shit, I must be, smuggle blow in the country Plus did shows out the country, then bought a home in the country And I don't do artist deals, it gotta be a split Turned down apologies from pricks who took shots at me and missed Woke up thinking money, I pulled up in a bucket when my licks hit me Now it's bucket seats in that big Benzy Louis bucket hat, buckets under my chains, you know this shit drippy They say the Butch constipated, 'cause this shit in me Real BSF niggas, go tell 'em that Tell 'em scrap, don’t say shit when they see me, just tell 'em "Rap" Niggas never sold shit to nobody, let's bet a stack The last rap beef I had, I got a watch and ain't send it back It's Butch, let's goBrownskin fine, I'ma take her home with me, yeah (Welcome to 1st Class) For sure (Yeah) She ain't gotta have it, I'll spend my own paper, yeah It's a hundred on my neck (Uh-huh), I don't live onside the 'net (I don't) So deep inside reality (I am), I don't see me goin' back You had treated me so badly, I don't see us holdin' hands (Nah) We had built it off of sex, I already know what's comin' next (Yeah) [Verse] Ranned up some money, can put my heart where my wallet is Should've fucked me back thеn, now, baby, I'm so outta here Take you on a trip, baе, I'm tryna change your atmosphere (I am) You ain't gotta worry, I spend money like I'm African Fine shit, just take a picture, pose I went and got a dozen roses, you ain't gotta use your rose That candy smell on all these bags, you ain't gotta use your nose Stayed down and got rich off of rap like who the fuck don't know? (Who?) Somethin' 'bout your shape and your body, I'm so hypnotized So pretty, you can save my heart, but you'll make villains cry (Cry) I bless the trap, sneeze and bleed, I'ma let my feelings out (Oh, yeah) My only mission is to make it, I'm tryna get us out
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$F Lyrics [Intro: Benny The Butcher] Ah, we live right now? Yeah I been seen fetti, nigga What niggas know 'bout fresh off parole Plugging with twenty thousand dirty money nigga? Balenciaga shopping frequently Benny, Sule and Fuego, nigga, BSF (These are the real Sopranos) Ah [Verse 1: Benny the Butcher] Nine-hundred grams in my kitchen sink, fuck you niggas think? No license, cops pull us, then we switchin' seats Beef is when they missin' limbs, fuck missin' teeth You know the stick with me, taller than the Christmas tree God of this shit, I must be, smuggle blow in the country Plus did shows out the country, then bought a home in the country And I don't do artist deals, it gotta be a split Turned down apologies from pricks who took shots at me and missed Woke up thinking money, I pulled up in a bucket when my licks hit me Now it's bucket seats in that big Benzy Louis bucket hat, buckets under my chains, you know this shit drippy They say the Butch constipated, 'cause this shit in me Real BSF niggas, go tell 'em that Tell 'em scrap, don’t say shit when they see me, just tell 'em "Rap" Niggas never sold shit to nobody, let's bet a stack The last rap beef I had, I got a watch and ain't send it back It's Butch, let's goBrownskin fine, I'ma take her home with me, yeah (Welcome to 1st Class) For sure (Yeah) She ain't gotta have it, I'll spend my own paper, yeah It's a hundred on my neck (Uh-huh), I don't live onside the 'net (I don't) So deep inside reality (I am), I don't see me goin' back You had treated me so badly, I don't see us holdin' hands (Nah) We had built it off of sex, I already know what's comin' next (Yeah) [Verse] Ranned up some money, can put my heart where my wallet is Should've fucked me back thеn, now, baby, I'm so outta here Take you on a trip, baе, I'm tryna change your atmosphere (I am) You ain't gotta worry, I spend money like I'm African Fine shit, just take a picture, pose I went and got a dozen roses, you ain't gotta use your rose That candy smell on all these bags, you ain't gotta use your nose Stayed down and got rich off of rap like who the fuck don't know? (Who?) Somethin' 'bout your shape and your body, I'm so hypnotized So pretty, you can save my heart, but you'll make villains cry (Cry) I bless the trap, sneeze and bleed, I'ma let my feelings out (Oh, yeah) My only mission is to make it, I'm tryna get us out