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drego & beno – wit it كلمات اغاني

[intro: beno]
alright
ooh, sh_t
you know i bome f_ckin’, motherf_ckin’ uh (jose the plug)
eighteen, nineteen with the motherf_ckin’ sack
i ain’t even know what to do with that motherf_cker, you know what i’m talkin’ about?
i was blowin’ that sh_t like a fan

[chorus: beno]
we in west v with it, tennessee with it (tennessee with it)
you better have your motherf_ckin’ heat with you (brrt)
you on the sidewalk, i’m in the street with it (i’m in the street, boy)
in the kitchen whippin’ up a quarter key, n_gga (skrrt)
your b_tch f_ckin’, d_ck suckin’, and she stuffin’ (and she stuffin’)
can’t believe she trust me, i don’t know why she love me (know why)
yeah, thuggin’, yeah, in public (thuggin’ in public)
chopstick came from russia (brrt)
[verse 1: drego]
i let the stick hang out, yeah, it show in public (man)
i’ll let this b_tch rip, yeah, right in public
you might catch me with the smoothest jawn, yeah, the b_tch so cunning
barrel on this b_tch so big, it’s a_rum_pa_pummin’ (boom, boom)
it’s all about the dog, the boy, the andre drummond
ten thou’ on lean a month, a year one_twenty
my dog, he bangin’ blues, he f_ck with tookie
’03, ’04, i’m not a regular rookie (yeah)
i’ll drop a body, b_tch, you better not push me

[verse 2: beno]
i’ll run a bag back just like b00bie
the weed, the pop, you know exotic
she said she want a picture with lil yachty

[verse 3: lil yachty]
his mama cryin’ (why?), the homies had to catch a body
smoked that boy like biscotti, i might go cop a bugatti
brought them b_tches home from the club in the lobby
moral to the story, don’t invite me to your party

[chorus: beno]
we in west v with it, tennessee with it (tennessee with it)
you better have your motherf_ckin’ heat with you (brrt)
you on the sidewalk, i’m in the street with it (i’m in the street, boy)
in the kitchen whippin’ up a quarter key, n_gga (skrrt)
your b_tch f_ckin’, d_ck suckin’, and she stuffin’ (and she stuffin’)
can’t believe she trust me, i don’t know why she love me (know why)
yeah, thuggin’, yeah, in public (thuggin’ in public)
chopstick came from russia (brrt)
[verse 4: tee grizzley & lil yachty]
ayy, say i still ain’t learn my lesson, b_tch, i’m still down there in lexington (winburn)
mackin’ up packs, mix the xanax with the heroin (work)
guacamole on me, i been workin’ like a mexican (gracias)
she say i’m on some extra sh_t ’cause i say bring an extra b_tch (what?)
i was in allure last night bein’ benevolent (throwin’ it)
out my element, but i ain’t trippin’, bro got a tec on him (bah)
hole in his head, he dead, no need to check on him (gone)
dog sh_t on my k!ller, he look like he won a settlement (got that dog sh_t)
don’t even tell me ’bout them n_ggas ’cause they all broke (them n_ggas broke)
them n_ggas d_ck suck too much, i seen ’em all choke (f_ck wrong)
had my n_gga clap this b_tch up like applause, bro (brrah)
she wanna f_ck me, she already f_cked my dog boat (gang, no cap, lil boat)

[chorus: beno]
you better have your motherf_ckin’ heat with you (brrt)
you on the sidewalk, i’m in the street with it (i’m in the street, boy)
in the kitchen whippin’ up a quarter key, n_gga (skrrt)
your b_tch f_ckin’, d_ck suckin’, and she stuffin’ (and she stuffin’)
can’t believe she trust me, i don’t know why she love me (know why)
yeah, thuggin’, yeah, in public (thuggin’ in public)
chopstick came from russia (brrt)

[verse 5: sada baby]
made your b_tch stuff the pills with the k_y jelly, we in ky with it
pick_six him in detroit, it look like dré bly did it
we got ‘bows and you know we move the canine with it
say that work double up every way i hit it
every day, i gotta sip an eight with my n_ggas
watch your tone and body language ‘fore i flip you over
put you baby build_ass n_ggas on my shoulder
burp a n_gga, pop a perc’, and f_ck his ho for closure
hahaha, real soldier, huh
bandana on my head like it’s the ‘nolia
hmm, yachty, ain’t them n_ggas soft just like i told ya? hmm_huh
[verse 6: lil yachty]
sweet like a pastry out a toaster (ugh)
flatline a n_gga, hang him up like a poster (b_tch)
i’m in west end with it, with lil ben with it (west end with it)
pay the bills and i still let my friend hit it (yeah)
ain’t no fun if the homies can’t get none (slatt)
she was strokin’ my d_ck like a fist pump (bee, bee)

- drego beno

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