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M33ch - Ben Simmons Lyrics



M33ch - Ben Simmons Lyrics
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Keep a bad bitch in the cut swearin' that we don't have no limits
Got my racks up ballin nigga swear that I ain't really talkin' bout playin no tennis
If it ain't about no money nigga gone head you ain't even gotta finish yo sentence
Got a bad chick all in the cut then I pass her to my nigga now i'm feelin' like i'm Ben Simmons
Why she mad nigga aww oh well I don't even got time for her don't want no visit
I want diamonds all in my teeth might hop in the whip then take a trip way to the dentist
You ain't gotta check me im good nah
Young ain't turnt like im 42 dugg yah
Just talked to my brother put bread on his books dog
Don't like how you act give a f*ck about looks nah
I want that V8 all under my hood
And I know some niggas that's straight out that mud
Ballin' so hard in the paint you would think I was mudd
Shout out to my niggas I treat em like blood
I said I be grindin' so hard tryna live lavish
Why you even stressin' bout a nigga who ain't getting no money
Girl you need a get out yo past tense
For real
Y'all know me
Imma spit the real
It's real
I don't even write shit down no more
Just the top of my head type shit
Maaan I cant even stay sober
With my niggas and we bouta toast up
Like Macklemore you cant hold us
Why the keep on talkin' like the know us
Heard me on a beat then a nigga had froze up
They like damn lil nigga he a soldier
Go ham lil nigga go blow up
You the man lil nigga don't hold nun
One hand like Odell
She ain't f*ckin' with me nigga oh well
Phone steady ringin' like a door bell
Loud pack made the whole floor smell
In a foreign whip made it propel
F*cked around on my ex I ain't know well
Shawty prolly still f*ckin on bros still
If I hit her up now she on go still
But I (I I I I)
Cant give no hoe no dime yeah
And I (Yeah)
Cant give no hoe no time nah
Cuz i'll rather see my niggas shine yah
Give a f*ck bout you bein' so fine yah
So all my niggas gone grind yah
Yeah that's my fault maybe next time yeah
Real
Gotta be real
Can't never fold up
That's why I called it this
I'm real
Keep a bad bitch in the cut swearin' that we don't have no limits
Got my racks up ballin nigga swear that I ain't really talkin' bout playin no tennis
If it ain't about no money nigga gone head you ain't even gotta finish yo sentence
Got a bad chick all in the cut then I pass her to my nigga now i'm feelin' like i'm Ben Simmons
Why she mad nigga aww oh well I don't even got time for her don't want no visit
I want diamonds all in my teeth might hop in the whip then take a trip way to the dentist
You ain't gotta check me im good nah
Young ain't turnt like i'm 42 dugg yah (Like i'm 42 dugg)
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Keep a bad bitch in the cut swearin' that we don't have no limits
Got my racks up ballin nigga swear that I ain't really talkin' bout playin no tennis
If it ain't about no money nigga gone head you ain't even gotta finish yo sentence
Got a bad chick all in the cut then I pass her to my nigga now i'm feelin' like i'm Ben Simmons
Why she mad nigga aww oh well I don't even got time for her don't want no visit
I want diamonds all in my teeth might hop in the whip then take a trip way to the dentist
You ain't gotta check me im good nah
Young ain't turnt like im 42 dugg yah
Just talked to my brother put bread on his books dog
Don't like how you act give a f*ck about looks nah
I want that V8 all under my hood
And I know some niggas that's straight out that mud
Ballin' so hard in the paint you would think I was mudd
Shout out to my niggas I treat em like blood
I said I be grindin' so hard tryna live lavish
Why you even stressin' bout a nigga who ain't getting no money
Girl you need a get out yo past tense
For real
Y'all know me
Imma spit the real
It's real
I don't even write shit down no more
Just the top of my head type shit
Maaan I cant even stay sober
With my niggas and we bouta toast up
Like Macklemore you cant hold us
Why the keep on talkin' like the know us
Heard me on a beat then a nigga had froze up
They like damn lil nigga he a soldier
Go ham lil nigga go blow up
You the man lil nigga don't hold nun
One hand like Odell
She ain't f*ckin' with me nigga oh well
Phone steady ringin' like a door bell
Loud pack made the whole floor smell
In a foreign whip made it propel
F*cked around on my ex I ain't know well
Shawty prolly still f*ckin on bros still
If I hit her up now she on go still
But I (I I I I)
Cant give no hoe no dime yeah
And I (Yeah)
Cant give no hoe no time nah
Cuz i'll rather see my niggas shine yah
Give a f*ck bout you bein' so fine yah
So all my niggas gone grind yah
Yeah that's my fault maybe next time yeah
Real
Gotta be real
Can't never fold up
That's why I called it this
I'm real
Keep a bad bitch in the cut swearin' that we don't have no limits
Got my racks up ballin nigga swear that I ain't really talkin' bout playin no tennis
If it ain't about no money nigga gone head you ain't even gotta finish yo sentence
Got a bad chick all in the cut then I pass her to my nigga now i'm feelin' like i'm Ben Simmons
Why she mad nigga aww oh well I don't even got time for her don't want no visit
I want diamonds all in my teeth might hop in the whip then take a trip way to the dentist
You ain't gotta check me im good nah
Young ain't turnt like i'm 42 dugg yah (Like i'm 42 dugg)
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Writer: Ametriyus Thomas
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