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Paroles de la chanson Overall par Benny The Butcher & Harry Fraud

[Benny the Butcher]
Yeah, these niggas can't tell me nothin' 'bout this rap shit (Uh)
The Butcher comin', nigga
La música de Harry Fraud

[Benny the Butcher & Teyonahhh]
Yo, I don't showboat, you niggas know though
Me and Bono minus Gina, we like Tony and Manolo
Your dough short as Frodo, I'm at the register like "What's the total?" (What's that?)
Since I kicked in the door I've been in go mode (It's me, nigga)
She asked the same question like, "Why you never smilin' in your photos?"
The same reason Bobby went solo, this TEC shootin' slow-mo (Slow-mo)

I'm tipsy ridin' shotgun in the Volvo
My shit punch like Miguel Cotto (Let's go)
Who went from whippin' soft Os to late night talk shows? (Me)
Y'all gettin' frail, I get the mail in Dior robes
Lord knows, my ear, neck, and my wrist all froze (Huh)
As far as rewards go, every trophy I wore gold (Me, nigga)
This magic that I'm makin', Pyrex glasses was my major (Major)
It's hard to tell a butterfly from caterpillar stages (Ah)
They made me the underdog, I'm glad them niggas hated
Now it's hard to feel bad when I flash this little paper, BSF

[Chinx & Benny the Butcher]
Early, never late, money forever tall
I'm in it for the bank, we winnin' overall
Early, never late, money forever tall
I'm in it for the bank, we winnin' overall (Ayy)
I'm creepin' in the 'Lac real slow
Keep a chopper for that riff, I let it go, you know (For sure, though)
Find him in the back, brim low
I ain't with cuffin' that trick, I let her go, you know (Woo, yo)

[Benny the Butcher]
The way I blew up the weight, niggas thought I had a cape (Uh huh)
Mister Extra-Twelve-Grams-On-Every-Twenty-Eight
I'm the hood Bill Gates, the Black Soprano Estate
Been doin' numbers out the gate, I been triplin' as of late, uh (Yeah)

Uh, you cross paths with the Butcher, you know your fate (Yeah)
You gassed 'em, I lapped niggas in this lyrical race (Race)
I'm tryna catch up to legends, playin' chase
Kept my balance, make sure my talent ain't go to waste (Uh)
Ask the FBI about me, I'm the one that escaped
Dope dealer, uh, fiends hear my name and get the shakes (They get the shakes)
They look at my face and get the taste (Ah)
I gave 'em that whip-based and promoted my mixtapes, uh
It's Benny ridin' through the city with the mayor with him (With the mayor with me)
Nigga, my whole team titans like I'm Derrick Henry (Uh)
For my niggas, I'll go to trial, I'll share a kidney

Kiss my mama, I left for jail, she sent a prayer with me, let's go

[Chinx]
Early, never late, money forever tall
I'm in it for the bank, we winnin' overall
Early, never late, money forever tall
I'm in it for the bank, we winnin' overall (Ayy)
I'm creepin' in the 'Lac real slow
Keep a chopper for that riff, I let it go, you know (For sure, though)
Find him in the back, brim low
I ain't with cuffin' that trick, I let her go, you know (Woo, woo)

[Chinx]
I'm business-savvy, so they throw them digits at me (Uh)

These niggas wanna win, but they don't know the business, daddy (Nah)
You's a coach flight, me, I'm lit, Rolls Dawn (Dawn)
What I mean is I got options, man, I control the ball (That's right)
Catch 'em speedin' in that cockpit with Gucci goggles on (Vroom)
I got Haitians that got choppers that put you on the wall (You dig me?)
I'm well-connected, ghetto accepted, very respected
These ignorant motherfuckers measure you by your necklace (Damn)
Fuck what's in your pockets (Pockets), nigga, what's in your bank? (What?)
You ask 'em how to sketch a witness, niggas draw a blank (Nothin')

I'm shittin', ain't I? (Ain't I?) I need a porta-potty (I need it)
See, homie, all in all, we winnin' overall (Shit)

[Chinx]
Early, never late, money forever tall
I'm in it for the bank, we winnin' overall
Early, never late, money forever tall
I'm in it for the bank, we winnin' overall (Ayy)
I'm creepin' in the 'Lac real slow
Keep a chopper for that riff, I let it go, you know (For sure, though)
Find him in the back, brim low
I ain't with cuffin' that trick, I let her go, you know (Woo, woo)

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