CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Black Limos
Come on Benny man
b*t*h I'm dosed like a athlete
Sick Vic you ain't never moving past me
Young b*t*hes like Kristie and Ashely
Love giving that ass to me
They suck d**k so passionately
I'm raw, 7:30 nothing like you thought you saw
Black cars, phone policies
Get the pound b*t*h I'll make you a deposit
I'm off it, lean and kush 'til I cough it
She gon' suck d**k 'til she nauseous
This is raw sh*t, no fall sh*t
We the realest, northside know they feel this yeah
Ricky Hil b*t*h I'm higher than Jet Blue
I ain't the typa motherf**ker you step to
That's you girl, that's your ex, who?
She can get wet too
She can get f'd too
Uh, yeah
I'm on a couple of them pain pills
Ask any b*t*h that I f**k, I'm the same still
Just in a different building
Nostra, Ricky Hil, we be killing
And there they go, there they go
Ask me I was running away, uh
There they go, there they go
Ask me I was running away
What you say? what you say?
You don't gotta say, aw yeah
What you say? what you say?
You don't gotta say, aw yeah
Running from the motherf**king past days
Bottle full of syrup, and a pocket fulla half A's
Yellow xannys is that meddy uh Kristina
Give this kid a couple months and I'll be selling out arenas
And you rappers getting older so the grass is looking greener
Got a budget for my lawyer and like 7 misdemeanors
They waiting up for my new sh*t, loving it when it do come
You spitting game with your ex b*t*h
I'm walking out with my new one ah
You smoke kush then roll up your window
That Ben West that Rick Hil, Black Hoodies, No Limos
Eighth of [?] now I'm tripping in my Jays
Shoulda popped a half an [?]
You ain't even gotta say, West
[Hook]
b*t*h I'm dosed like a athlete
Sick Vic you ain't never moving past me
Young b*t*hes like Kristie and Ashely
Love giving that ass to me
They suck d**k so passionately
I'm raw, 7:30 nothing like you thought you saw
Black cars, phone policies
Get the pound b*t*h I'll make you a deposit
I'm off it, lean and kush 'til I cough it
She gon' suck d**k 'til she nauseous
This is raw sh*t, no fall sh*t
We the realest, northside know they feel this yeah
Ricky Hil b*t*h I'm higher than Jet Blue
I ain't the typa motherf**ker you step to
That's you girl, that's your ex, who?
She can get wet too
She can get f'd too
Uh, yeah
I'm on a couple of them pain pills
Ask any b*t*h that I f**k, I'm the same still
Just in a different building
Nostra, Ricky Hil, we be killing
And there they go, there they go
Ask me I was running away, uh
There they go, there they go
Ask me I was running away
What you say? what you say?
You don't gotta say, aw yeah
What you say? what you say?
You don't gotta say, aw yeah
Running from the motherf**king past days
Bottle full of syrup, and a pocket fulla half A's
Yellow xannys is that meddy uh Kristina
Give this kid a couple months and I'll be selling out arenas
And you rappers getting older so the grass is looking greener
Got a budget for my lawyer and like 7 misdemeanors
They waiting up for my new sh*t, loving it when it do come
You spitting game with your ex b*t*h
I'm walking out with my new one ah
You smoke kush then roll up your window
That Ben West that Rick Hil, Black Hoodies, No Limos
Eighth of [?] now I'm tripping in my Jays
Shoulda popped a half an [?]
You ain't even gotta say, West
[Hook]
