Duke Benny - rollercoAster

(Benny, why do you smoke so many backwoods?)
(Benny, Benny, Benny, Benny, Benny, Benny, Benny, Benny, Benny)
(Duke Benny) (I'm back, I'm back)
Aye, yeah I told her hold up
I'm waiting for you, I got one rolled up
She want to ride it like a rollercoaster
I told her hold up
Don't let it slow up, my pockets swole up
I touch on her, she drip on me just like a coaster
Aye, what the fuck you think this is hoe
I'm riding around hitting the blunt, just with the tints low
I asked her how low can you go, just like the Limbo
She give me brain, cuz she too nerdy like she Winslow
When shit get sturdy, who you really hit a lick for?
I'm in the club I shoot my shot, but not a trench coat
She said she'll fuck me with her friend, cuz they be this close
I'd never hit a bitch, but dammit I be this close
To get a holy matrimony, I'll need six hoes
Wearing they finest, when they rolling about six rows
Of backwoods, while they licking two and they just tuck four
And when they done I make them lil biddies just touch toes
Well dammit, take my head and put it up on Rushmore
And when you get a little money, want a ton more
I got a lot of honey bunnies on the bus though
But drop the top, I'm trying to let that fucking sun show
I got a lot of shit to prove, no need to rush home
But Duke, the shit is in my name, that's what I does for
But if your shit is really great, then what you rush for?
That shit is running through my veins just like the blunt though
My veins is sticker than sap that's on the maple tree
They can not flow like me, it makes it easy for them to hate on me
Is it cuz I got that cape on me, well maybe it's just Maybelline
And maybe it's that vacancy, they can't control that latency
Well, maybe it's the bakery, that cake is not the same to me
That game is out of range, and your new rifle got no aim you see
It's like my cadence be, way to hard ain't got no blame for me
I'm still gone hit the target through the rain, I'll do it aimlessly
(Duke Benny) (I'm back, I'm back)
Aye, yeah I told her hold up
I'm waiting for you, I got one rolled up
She want to ride it like a rollercoaster
I told her hold up
Don't let it slow up, my pockets swole up
I touch on her, she drip on me just like a coaster
Aye, I hit it far just like the back nine
She caught me flirting with some bitches, it's a bad time
It got her thinking in her head, "Oh, is she that fine?"
Don't worry baby, teaching game just like a rabbi
I got a lot of shit to say, like if you have time
I see you scrolling through your phone like, what a sad life
That ass be poking on the gram, oh yeah is that right?
But that's the type of shit that makes you bitches bad wives
But she say "Benny, none of y'all gone really act right"
I seen her in the club, she grinding like a half pipe
I've seen some independent shawties live a sad life
They started fucking with the kid, you getting baptized
I drank that shit right out the fifth, I gotta act right
The shit I say might team them up, just like the Fab Five
She say I get her high, just really like the slab might
She tipped me out to take her home, just like a cab ride
I weighted it up and shipped it off, I got to pack tight
Cuz when the plane be taking off, it better stack right
And when the money coming back it better stack high
I'm looking at it thinking damn, that shit be Shaq height
(Benny, why do you smoke so many backwoods?)
(Benny, Benny, Benny, Benny, Benny)

Written by:
Ben Quintana

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