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Ben Nkwantah
Ben Nkwantah
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(Yung Drippy Dri got the streets on lock) (Sit down pour a 4 of the wock) Ayye Sit down pour a 4 of thw wock Opps outside we gon bend that block Hating ass nigga they just love to talk What you gon do when I pull out that Glock? Fuck one time nigga free Yung Joc Told lil bro put the lean on rocks Dolce Gabbana with Vlone socks Yung Drippy Dri got the streets on lock I only talk to OG because he know a lot Free Big Tito and C.I.P. Dot I knew this street shit was real I was up in the field when I heard uncle B got shot OG said Look at all the drip that we done bought But it don't mean shit if you mans finna rot I know who is real and I know who is not Drippy Dri you ain't takin my spot (yeah) I just met this one girl she don't know I don't even want her like that Every time that the opps try bend our block spin right back Put my hat to the floor, moonwalk now I'm feeling like Mike Jack I was 5 years old when I walked in my room pitch black I'm like "ma where the light at?" Mama told me like "money ain't growin on trees my son" I was always tryn figure out why she don't call me my name she only say "my one" And I put that on all of my guys nigga you gon get flamed if you touch my gun Sometimes I just sit in my room thinking "damn when will all this pain be done?" Why can't all this pain just end? All them niggas ain't your friends I will never break or bend but I'm balling like I play next gen You my Barbie baby I'm your ken Brodie shooting like he got a zen I been off the porch since I was 10 My Tokyo plug keep giving me yen Like If you give me that shit one more time imma slap you in the face Auntie told me when T got knocked by the feds he ain't even want take em on a chase Better stay in your with this thing called life go slow because life is not a race If I pour 2 lines and I pop me a perc imma feel like I'm up in outer space I'm always running from the jakes Shorty got water like a lake They ask me "how much did you make?" I told 'em don't make a mistake Why do these nigga love to hate? Put Benihana on my plate 10 outta 10 that's the rate Bitch I'm a king where the cape? (Bitch I'm a king where that what) (Yeah) (I said bitch I'm a king where the cape) (10 outta 10 that's the rate) (But Benihana on my plate) (Why do these niggas love to hate) (Shorty got water like a lake) (I'm always running from the jakes) (I told em don't make a mistake) Ayye Sit down pour a 4 of thw wock Opps outside we gon bend that block Hating ass nigga they just love to talk What you gon do when I pull out that Glock? Fuck one time nigga free Yung Joc Told lil bro put the lean on rocks Dolce Gabbana with Vlone socks Yung Drippy Dri got the streets on lock I only talk to OG because he know a lot Free Big Tito and C.I.P. Dot I knew this street shit was real I was up in the field when I heard uncle B got shot OG said Look at all the drip that we done bought But it don't mean shit if you mans finna rot I know who is real and I know who is not Drippy Dri you ain't takin my spot (Drippy Dri, uh) Drippy dri, you ain't uh) (Drippy Dri, like) (Drippy Dri, what what) (Yeah, frah-pah) (Like, grah-grah) (Grah-grah) (Ahhh) (Ahh) (Ahh) (Grah-grah) (Say what) (Say what what) (Grah grah grah)
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