Benji Bomber - No More Heroes Lyrics

I came in way too hot
Got something to say but I talk a lot
If you're comparing my sex to fragrances he said it's feeling like baccarat
But I think Bakugo, 'cause when I start sweating it gets explosive
I'ma throw my pink ball down his alleyway, strike out like bowling

He wanna swim in the ocean
But it's full of great whites, piranhas and sperm whales and full of commotion
So follow my hoshin
Wait oh shit!
Lemme get a li'l SPF in the lotion
They say "Laissez les bons temps rouler" but ain't shit rolling

But oui cher
Heard about a lot of things but ain't heard about me yet
It's evident, you ain't never ever ever met a bitch like me yet
Fan me with tropical leaves while I put my feet back
It's crunch time like celery stalks, some kind of green snack
Been stopped kicking up the sand to get my feet wet
Ain't worried about bitches feelings or their feedback
Coming for all my dicks this year because I need that
This the last time I don a cape 'cause I don't feel that

Ain't no more heroes
These bitches get a hip replacement and they're still broke
Ain't f*cking with the sentiment
Not even a little bit
I'm sweeter than cinnamon
Like a bimbo
Any one of you bitches, any one of you hoes thinking you can try me it can give combo
I'ma whip these billy headed blank ass hoes in shape, Tae Bo

Check me out
What's that on my wrist? It ain't no drought
I said check me out
What's that on my wrist? It ain't no drought

Check the wrist
Check the neck, check the shoes, check the ass, check the fit
Check cleared, if a bitch play with it then I might check the bitch
Used to let bitches out move me now I play checkers bitch
Backgammon, chess, spades, poker face, twenty one, guess the chip

I be I be giving giving life like a uterus
I be I be always late to work, off duty shit
Money money me, my Swiss account kinda full of it
Honey honey you done had your chance, ain't no fooling shit

I'm schooling shit
Change your whole mood I'm a magician
Benji never ever felt these hoes I'm no physician
Spit that shit that stimulates follicles like beauticians
It's never been about what you're getting but what you're giving

I'm giving grown man, you're giving too broke
You're giving too short, baby I done had enough
It's giving sour punch, pucker up candy
It's making bitches bubble up outstanding
They can't stand me
But who told these bitches to get up