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drego & beno - slatt season كلمات الأغنية

[intro: beno]
kilo made this
woo

[verse 1: beno]
i asked her can she kick a split? i gotta dip
i’ma pull up with the chopper with the flip-around clip
you better get your mans, he all on instagram
i don’t give a f-ck about his chicken head
pull out and dump it open on his jeff-in’ -ss
saditty b-tch, i swear she actin’ bougie bad
big t-tties but i don’t know where her booty at
don’t be surprised when i pull up with the bogey man

[chorus: beno]
hi-tech and percs in the louis bag
block so hot, we still gon’ slap the bag
b-tch over there, d-mn, she shakin’ -ss
i gave her few percs, she start actin’ bad

[verse 2: drego]
dawg see me with his b-tch, he lookin’ mad
dawg, get off my -ss, i mean
dawg, get off your -ss
i ain’t f-ck your b-tch, she just shoot the bag

[verse 3: beno]
i’m ridin’ with ’bout thirty years in the trunk
two hoes in the back and one in the front
one countin’ up slips, one sucking her thumb
’bout to run this sh-t up, and it’s all off the funds

[verse 4: drego]
man, the k in the back, the glock in the front
it’s one in the head, you know how we bomin’
my trust in her bag, it’s trust in a sl-t
been found a rider, i said, “you the one”

[verse 5: beno]
if you got hit with a bag, what would you do with it?
i just got the whole script from doctor dolittle
load is so big i need two b-tches
unc p-ss me down the game and i ran with it

[verse 6: drego]
i don’t trust them hoes, we need two rentals
i’ma call up damian lillard, tell him, “tell them b-tches”
we ain’t even have to leave, told ’em mail them b-tches
and the b-tches vacuumed, shh, they ain’t smell them b-tches
i let ’em see me rack the glock, this sh-t lookin’ iffy
you gotta pay me just to f-ck, b-tch, i’m really pimpin’
yeah, i’m t-ty boi, b-tch, i’m acting different
beans walk in, he lookin’ for the syrup

[verse 7: beno]
my mama said, “what’s on your plate?” i said, “ma, i need some grits and yams”
i’m on the road to success, i can’t get in a jam
i’m servin’ justin timberlake, my white girl whippin’, yeah
i done really came up off the pots and pans
you know my fam? i ain’t know that, d-mn
if i get caught then i’m going fed
all these wild thoughts running through my head
all these freaky hoes all up in my bed

[verse 8: drego]
man, my lil’ b-tch, she all up out her bread
you get up on her, you think you gon’ hit
don’t be surprised, she ask you, “where the bread?”
she bring it back, she come in and she spread, boy
i get you knocked out your jordan craigs, boy
he tryna cop a plea, oh, you like craig, boy
he think it’s dropped, he done put his dance on it
i ain’t f-ck, i just put my mans on it

[chorus: beno]
hi-tech and percs in the louis bag
block so hot, we still gon’ slap the bag
b-tch over there, d-mn, she shakin’ -ss
i gave her few percs, she start actin’ bad
hi-tech and percs in the louis bag
block so hot, we still gon’ slap the bag
b-tch over there, d-mn, she shakin’ -ss
i gave her few percs, she start actin’ bad

- drego beno

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