18 wheeler – Benny the Butcher lyrics

Lyrics 18 wheeler – Benny the Butcher

18 wheeler lyrics
Let’s go
Hah let’s go
You know what this is
The Butcher comin’ n***a
Ay look

[Verse 1: Benny the Butcher & Pusha T]
We don’t do no price talk ’cause I already know they numbers
Plus me and your old connect was tighter than them Dolce runners
First time I ever cooked a deuce I got a four-way from it
Stabbed it in the pot so many times they think OJ done it
If me and Push would’ve linked back when I was a dealer
That’s an 18-wheeler to my town from Virginia
Enough glitter on my neck that make my ex-b***h bitter
I pulled up to the ‘jects pushin’ the Lex’ like I’m Jigga uh
To really make these type of checks I took my chances
When I was travelin’ without no license yes I really took those type of risks
I’m laughin’ at indictment threats huh I used to sell Os
But now I outsell shows to the feds the trail cold
When I was locked never called but I used to send mail home
I got close homies that caught new cases on jail phones
Velcro strap the clip got a curve like a elbow
She countin’ up when the b***h got the 50 her nail broke
They talkin’ racks but my plug bring it back on the sailboat uh
And I flooded my corner right after the scale broke
That’s your b***h but I’m not a n***a she tell no (Yeah)
‘Cause you got the b***h fly but it wasn’t Chanel though

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
I’m nothin’ like you new gangsters pointin’ guns at the camera (Never)
I bet you niggas practice in the mirror brick of money to your earlobe
Six pics same brick somethin’ weird though
They say a hero’s nothin’ but a sandwich
The 488 comin’ through like the prayin’ mantis
My bitches got standards versuri-lyrics.info
It’s fair in love and war it’s okay to f**k a scammer
As long as he empty the bag like black Santa
Steak dinners at Dan Tana’s pick a Tamara
The purple in my rainbow is amethyst
Only I can coke rap this glamorous
The only drug dealer out at Fashion Week
With an 80/20 split like Master P
Why would I ever 50/50? You ain’t half of me
Benny the Butcher comin’ after me Push

[Outro: Benny the Butcher & Pusha T]
I flooded my corner
I flooded my corner right after the scale broke
The 488 comin’ through like the prayin’ mantis
That’s an 18-wheeler to my town from Virginia
As long as he empty the bag
As long as he empty the bag like Black Santa
I used to sell Os Black Santa
I used to sell Os only I can coke rap this glamorous
This-this glamorous
Benny the Butcher Push Benny the Butcher Pushhh

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