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Benihanas
by Yung Faucet
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Ima make a piggy
Make a piggy fly
Just shorted 20 grams off a cutie pie
Peep the booty every it walk by
Ima blame it on the drugs because a nigga fried
One band one sound nigga drum line
We keep hella sticks
When it come to crunch time
Remember skipping school
Fuck a lunch line
She made me work for it
But it's bout time
I done blew a bag for this shit
Lost it all and got it back For this shit
Pack touch, put some tax on that bitch
Sellin Oh see and I'm grabbing 4 pigs
Face tatted so a nigga all In
Hopped in the booth stopped caring what I said
Minute man, rather get the head
Kick a bitch out we ain't laying in the bed
When we out you know it's shots on me
I got my brothers and brothers got me
That ain't ya brother if he ain't give you no cheese
I was down bad and the plug fronted 3
I get what i want but I ain't where I wanna be
3rd whip 4th crib that's what come with me
Let my son be who he wanna be
Bought his mom a bag cuz she mad at me
50 in the trap house
Water on my neck, need a canal
Off three 10s, needa sit down
Designer clothes that I can't even pronounce
She wanna fuck me cuz I'm up now
But I'm just tryna fuck now
Gettin bigger bucks now
Loses come with flossing and I'm still around
I'm up in Benihana
With a couple dollars
On hibachi side where it's finer
Talk to me proper, Prada on my collar
She wanna swallow I ain't gonna stop you
Ima make a piggy
Make a piggy fly
Just shorted 20 grams off a cutie pie
Peep the booty every it walk by
Ima blame it on the drugs because a nigga fried
One band one sound nigga drum line
We keep hella sticks
When it come to crunch time
Remember skipping school
Fuck a lunch line
She made me work for it
But it's bout time
I done blew a bag for this shit
Lost it all and got it back For this shit
Pack touch, put some tax on that bitch
Sellin Oh see and I'm grabbing 4 pigs
Face tatted so a nigga all In
Hopped in the booth stopped caring what I said
Minute man, rather get the head
Kick a bitch out we ain't laying in the bed
When we out you know it's shots on me
I got my brothers and brothers got me
That ain't ya brother if he ain't give you no cheese
I was down bad and the plug fronted 3
I get what i want but I ain't where I wanna be
3rd whip 4th crib that's what come with me
Let my son be who he wanna be
Bought his mom a bag cuz she mad at me
50 in the trap house
Water on my neck, need a canal
Off three 10s, needa sit down
Designer clothes that I can't even pronounce
She wanna fuck me cuz I'm up now
But I'm just tryna fuck now
Gettin bigger bucks now
Loses come with flossing and I'm still around
I'm up in Benihana
With a couple dollars
On hibachi side where it's finer
Talk to me proper, Prada on my collar
She wanna swallow I ain't gonna stop you
