Jarren Benton - We On (My Own Dick) - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

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[Hook] Came up from that gutter now we on, bitch Moved out my mama's house and got my own shit Fuck these niggas hatin', I'm on my own dick Please don't blow my high I'm in my zone, bitch Remember when they said I wouldn't make it Now we get this guap, these niggas hatin' Came up from the gutter now we on, bitch Fuck these niggas hatin', I'm on my own dick [Verse 1: Jarren Benton] Codeine, soda pop, pour it up, sip it Good afternoon, ho, Jarren back up in them bitches Dope boy still whippin' crack in the kitchen Nigga hungry, don't know how to act in this condition Pray to God, he don't leave us trapped in this position Drop a mixtape, then I hope these niggas listen Faggot A&R with the damn criticism I'm a fucking beast bitch this a damn lyricism I'll slaughter you niggas Get the DNA, fuck around and father you niggas FV we don't want a part of you niggas No bath salts but I'll eat the heart of you niggas I'm appalled at, you niggas If I ain't the shit tell me what you call this, you niggas, I'm Illuminati, I don't get involved with these niggas Fuck around with Mr. Benton and you all get disfigured Shoutout to my chop, A-town, bitch, come to my block East side nigga, never hung around cops All eyes on me like I hung around Pac Best day she gon lick the cum from my cock Pow! Hit a nigga with the gun in my sock I'm high as hell, Dizzy, what'd you put in my pot? FV twenty-one-three, bitch I won’t stop [Hook] [Verse 2: Dizzy Wright] Who's the hottest in the game comin' with it? Dizzy Wright looking nice on the low-low Solo Dolo was the hit You gotta admit, if I ain't the shit, what is this? Last year, you wanna know what you missed? Everything that got me up on the list 22, but all these grown bitches feeling a nigga I don't talk about it if it don't exists Niggas wanna get on but I'm a long way from going home Going hard 'til the day that I'm old While I'm on shit, I'm cross-fitted in Vegas Sipping this Honey Jack shit 'til it's gone Everybody wanna kick it in the V.I.P. with Jarren Benton and the D-I-Z See I'mma be this way 'til I motherfucking D-I-E She wanna party? That's cool, but let me see ID Cause we outchea, with the rappin' Stunting is a habit but it's fashion I understand that a young nigga doing his thing But I ain't fucking with the young ratchets In there Yeah you think you're cool, but I been there You been wack, I’m angry like a nigga tryna get his kids back Heads spinning, I'mma kick back I ain't gon' trip, yeah I'mma get it in and then dipset! [Hook] [Verse 3: Poundz] King shit Barley loaf Big spliff Cali smoke Get ripped Barely choke Zip shit Man, we dope (___?___) Got us off the block cause I eat off green Heat off teens, geeked off beans Slap a motherfucker, then I squeak off clean Can't be sort of macking, bitch I'm candy quarter stacking Made me snap and grab that ratchet from my Ralphy Lauren fashion Tech is squeezing this ammo, now rest in peace on his mantle Took his bitch and killed that pussy like Second Season Sopranos Had a good run now you don't want to quit Hit him with the butt of the clip Gun on my hip, I'm done shoveling shit Started from the bottom now I'm under your bitch Death defying Testing, lying They testifying So it's best to fry'em Like the best suppliers I'm the next Goliath Dress so fresh, better pesticide'em [Verse 4: Jarren Benton] Remember me, the nigga that you said wouldn't make it Got a base-side whore in the bed, butt-naked Zac Morris nigga, I'm a problem, I'm a headache 12's in the back, got'em kicking like Pelé Kato on a warm day, might be in L.A., Nice breeze, palm trees, hanging with the esés Heard about the gun ban yesterday my homeboy Went and got a motherfucking SK To me that feels mulled off, probably means Zoloft Can't shake the problems in my life they won't roll off Lately I've been hanging around Kaine like O-Dog, Feeling paranoid, am I tripping on all y'all Life's in Atlanta I might go bananas No Basquiat nigga My paint on this canvas These voices I hear When they call me I answer Keep feeding me rappers I'll eat'em like cancer AAAAGGGH I go ape shit I am not a human being, speak a different language Shawty give me stupid head, call the ho brainless Funny what these sucka niggas do to get famous Check 1, 2, I got a couple screws loose Niggas can't hang like a fucking loose noose My high coming down I need a fucking parachute Dame fucked around and let the animals loose Yaah
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