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Benjis Video (MV)




Performed By: Hitman E
Language: English
Length: 1:32
Written by: Ethan Nelson




Hitman E - Benjis Lyrics




Never sitting wishing young nigga on a grizzy
Know I'm from the city, every nigga tote semis
Born with the hustle since a youngin stacking pennies
Now the bag full of dead niggas named Benny

Not a damn thing changed since I'm counting up these bands now
Been a real nigga just surrounded by these fake smiles
If and only if f*ck niggas think we lacking
Bro aint coming home aint gone be no need for packing
I'm a stupid cool young nigga I know I'm heaven sent
Better come correct cuz city niggas we get ignorant
Still be making moves
Still RIP Proof
Sconi true or you lose but niggas ain't got no clue
The most snakes gone come when the grass tall as a forest
And the whip tryna take it's own life with the doors
I can't love none of you whores
No ops can't settle scores
Stack my bands up till I'm gone cuz in the end I'm on my own

Never sitting wishing young nigga on a grizzy
Know I'm from the city, every nigga tote semis
Born with the hustle since a youngin stacking pennies
Now the bag full of dead niggas named Benny
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Never sitting wishing young nigga on a grizzy
Know I'm from the city, every nigga tote semis
Born with the hustle since a youngin stacking pennies
Now the bag full of dead niggas named Benny

Not a damn thing changed since I'm counting up these bands now
Been a real nigga just surrounded by these fake smiles
If and only if f*ck niggas think we lacking
Bro aint coming home aint gone be no need for packing
I'm a stupid cool young nigga I know I'm heaven sent
Better come correct cuz city niggas we get ignorant
Still be making moves
Still RIP Proof
Sconi true or you lose but niggas ain't got no clue
The most snakes gone come when the grass tall as a forest
And the whip tryna take it's own life with the doors
I can't love none of you whores
No ops can't settle scores
Stack my bands up till I'm gone cuz in the end I'm on my own

Never sitting wishing young nigga on a grizzy
Know I'm from the city, every nigga tote semis
Born with the hustle since a youngin stacking pennies
Now the bag full of dead niggas named Benny
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Writer: Ethan Nelson
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