Benny St. Claire - Don't Tell Her

Roll up a sack bitch I'm tryna get high
You sat on that pack for a month it got dry
Crossing my tees and I'm dotting my eyes
He got a put on a tee I ain't bat an eye
Twin glocks put him up in the sky
They'll fuck whoever them hoes is Bi
But they ain't no chicks, they got some dicks
And they if they unload it a pussy will die
Trapping across the pacific but listen I ain't finna get too specific
Come get ya bitch out my mentions, she talk like she know me, it's getting explicit
You need a zip? Come get it, I don't know that nigga, finesse wit the midget
I hit my folk outta town they just flew in a bird finna serve them some pigeons (Oh)
Patron in my liver I'm sipping, but I'm sipping slow you ain't catching me slipping
Yeah, I sip it slowly don't act like you know me, tryna dap like we homies
Lil buddy you tripping
I saw him throw that shit down when I told em "what's up" niggas turned into bitches
You only know me from rapping but all of my niggas they know me from flipping
Came along way from trapping abandoned that's why I could never take nothing for granted
I need it straight off the brick serve a ball of the soft like I pitch underhanded
I fell in love wit the money I pray it don't turn to a fatal attraction
I'm talking capital murder you typing in capital letters, I'm laughing
Haaaaaa
We not the same bitch
Money my lan-guage
Broke niggas gone hate dis
(Oh Oh) yeah yeah
Gimme dat brain bitch
She went to Cambridge
Don't tell my main bitch
(Oh Oh) Yeah yeah
We not the same bitch
Money my lan-guage
Broke niggas gone hate dis
(Oh Oh) yeah yeah
Gimme dat brain bitch
She went to Cambridge
Don't tell my main bitch
(Oh Oh) Yeah yeah

Written by:
Darrius Gamez

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