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Periodic Gang - Ouch! Ben, My Ears, Please Lower the Volume Lyrics



Periodic Gang - Ouch! Ben, My Ears, Please Lower the Volume Lyrics




Gotta set it straight
Getting money, no debate
Getting larger, not late
Past the marker, 28
Freshmen silly, go figure
Homie Heber always bigger
Feeling restless with the trigger
When they calling Dom a
Don't wanna get shot
Don't think I'm that hot
Few members you thought
But I think a lot
Let's go for a walk
Now empty your pocket
Changes your mood when we don't wanna talk
I'm shooting my arr-ow, she calling me cupid
That girl over there-o, thicc levels look stupid
I'll bust out these bars like el chapo leaving prison
Don't drop the soap after working in the kitchen
Wait listen, don't skip it, these beats, gone flip it
On daily, Will trip it, yee yee, like they dip it
I'm cringy, but clever, not stingy, like Beber, I busy, endeavors, drink fizzy, pull levers

Better turn down the volume, we will break the speaker
You know that I'm mixing that chemistry beaker
Get out our face if you don't speak our lang cause
We cooking up fire for periodic gang
Better turn down the volume, we will break the speaker
You know that I'm mixing that chemistry beaker
Get out our face if you don't speak our lang cause
We cooking up fire for periodic gang

Surprises and prizes, that foreign, i drives it
Try it, then diet, these bitches want dive in
I'm racked up, I'm lacked up, you talk back, I'm packed up
I'm lion, you're cub, ain't lyin, you sub
Why you emotional, you cry in the club
You grinding for days for one single dub
These fire beats gonna mess up your psyche
The fans go crazy when I pass the mic

It's prime time to commit crimes, got hella wives with thick thighs, drives the lives of all alive mad
Gotta say you gotta bad dab, grab a cab, take a stab, won't see you again cause you gonna got capped
Don't do it, I knew it, compared to you, I got the flu
Hella sick, take your pick
Take a while or make it quick
Turn down for nothing
And those furries stay cutting
Jury won't convict me cause their mouth stay shutting

I'm Jewish, mils stacking, foolish, stay lacking
Pop! drop you dead like blacks with cops, won't stop, on top, when I'm done, grab a mop
Not a single one my songs are any kinda flop

Bitch in my dms saying she wants Ben
If I'm being honest then I want head
Not men, amen, and allah answer my prayers
I want all these thotties get transferred elsewhere

Better turn down the volume, we will break the speaker
You know that I'm mixing that chemistry beaker
Get out our face if you don't speak our lang cause
We cooking up fire for periodic gang
Better turn down the volume, we will break the speaker
You know that I'm mixing that chemistry beaker
Get out our face if you don't speak our lang cause
We cooking up fire for periodic gang

Hold on, the songs not over yet, be patient, geez

Met a new hoe, she drowning in the water
Write a new bible, bitch I am the author
What you really want, cause we know it ain't me
All of these thotties only want me for my money
These girls date you, leave you by next Sunday
Tt is a miracle, it's a month and she stay
Turn down the volume, cause I know you can't hear
All these hoes in costume, my advice is go queer
I'm sorry cause the lyrics are hi key garb
It's ok cause the beat go hella hard
Your bitch say hi, no she ain't anti-social
Tell your girl come by, after your proposal

Baby girl, always hitting up my phone
She bragging to her friends, yeah she making me known
She loving for the Love, but I'm loving for the fame
Trade her out for her friend, yah I'm not ashamed

Go pro, no camera, a hoe pro, with manors
Catfish, like scammers but when you meet Ben it is all pretend
We're just friends, but still give me head
Heard what I said, don't make me upset, girl
Pull up to your block with something automatic
Like my fav girl, what she doing, pornagraphic
When I pull up, I'm stopping the traffic
Thinking she bad, no, she half plastic
When you say no, that shit is so dramatic
Scared like a Jewish girl, hiding in the attic
She a real one, she want the whole pack
She a snack, but she ain't like my track
F*ck that bitch from the back
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Gotta set it straight
Getting money, no debate
Getting larger, not late
Past the marker, 28
Freshmen silly, go figure
Homie Heber always bigger
Feeling restless with the trigger
When they calling Dom a
Don't wanna get shot
Don't think I'm that hot
Few members you thought
But I think a lot
Let's go for a walk
Now empty your pocket
Changes your mood when we don't wanna talk
I'm shooting my arr-ow, she calling me cupid
That girl over there-o, thicc levels look stupid
I'll bust out these bars like el chapo leaving prison
Don't drop the soap after working in the kitchen
Wait listen, don't skip it, these beats, gone flip it
On daily, Will trip it, yee yee, like they dip it
I'm cringy, but clever, not stingy, like Beber, I busy, endeavors, drink fizzy, pull levers

Better turn down the volume, we will break the speaker
You know that I'm mixing that chemistry beaker
Get out our face if you don't speak our lang cause
We cooking up fire for periodic gang
Better turn down the volume, we will break the speaker
You know that I'm mixing that chemistry beaker
Get out our face if you don't speak our lang cause
We cooking up fire for periodic gang

Surprises and prizes, that foreign, i drives it
Try it, then diet, these bitches want dive in
I'm racked up, I'm lacked up, you talk back, I'm packed up
I'm lion, you're cub, ain't lyin, you sub
Why you emotional, you cry in the club
You grinding for days for one single dub
These fire beats gonna mess up your psyche
The fans go crazy when I pass the mic

It's prime time to commit crimes, got hella wives with thick thighs, drives the lives of all alive mad
Gotta say you gotta bad dab, grab a cab, take a stab, won't see you again cause you gonna got capped
Don't do it, I knew it, compared to you, I got the flu
Hella sick, take your pick
Take a while or make it quick
Turn down for nothing
And those furries stay cutting
Jury won't convict me cause their mouth stay shutting

I'm Jewish, mils stacking, foolish, stay lacking
Pop! drop you dead like blacks with cops, won't stop, on top, when I'm done, grab a mop
Not a single one my songs are any kinda flop

Bitch in my dms saying she wants Ben
If I'm being honest then I want head
Not men, amen, and allah answer my prayers
I want all these thotties get transferred elsewhere

Better turn down the volume, we will break the speaker
You know that I'm mixing that chemistry beaker
Get out our face if you don't speak our lang cause
We cooking up fire for periodic gang
Better turn down the volume, we will break the speaker
You know that I'm mixing that chemistry beaker
Get out our face if you don't speak our lang cause
We cooking up fire for periodic gang

Hold on, the songs not over yet, be patient, geez

Met a new hoe, she drowning in the water
Write a new bible, bitch I am the author
What you really want, cause we know it ain't me
All of these thotties only want me for my money
These girls date you, leave you by next Sunday
Tt is a miracle, it's a month and she stay
Turn down the volume, cause I know you can't hear
All these hoes in costume, my advice is go queer
I'm sorry cause the lyrics are hi key garb
It's ok cause the beat go hella hard
Your bitch say hi, no she ain't anti-social
Tell your girl come by, after your proposal

Baby girl, always hitting up my phone
She bragging to her friends, yeah she making me known
She loving for the Love, but I'm loving for the fame
Trade her out for her friend, yah I'm not ashamed

Go pro, no camera, a hoe pro, with manors
Catfish, like scammers but when you meet Ben it is all pretend
We're just friends, but still give me head
Heard what I said, don't make me upset, girl
Pull up to your block with something automatic
Like my fav girl, what she doing, pornagraphic
When I pull up, I'm stopping the traffic
Thinking she bad, no, she half plastic
When you say no, that shit is so dramatic
Scared like a Jewish girl, hiding in the attic
She a real one, she want the whole pack
She a snack, but she ain't like my track
F*ck that bitch from the back
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Writer: Ben Cohen
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