british lyrics

[Intro: BenjiCold]
(Yeah)
(Shh, skrrt)

[Verse 1: BenjiCold]
I got the bands, they right in my pocket, goddamn, now go ahead and stick it out (Yeah)
My pockets so fat, they stupid now (Stupid)
I'm f*ckin' yo b*tch in yo stupid house (Yeah, hah)
I just got these bands, my pants, they right from Japan, I'm doin' this sh*t now (sh*t now)
I done pulled out these racks, the b*tch like, "Wow"
"How did you get these racks?" I don't know how (Shh)

[Chorus: BenjiCold]
I'm f*ckin' this white ho, think she British
My diamonds, they shine up on my neck, they trickin'
She wanna go suck a n*gga di*k, she lickin' now (Yeah, ooh-ooh)
I'm f*ckin' this b*tch, okay, lil' b*tch, you trippin' (Yeah)
She listen to my song, yeah, baby, listen (Ooh-ooh)
I'm sippin' on mud, erase yo' whole existence (Huh)
Thеse n*ggas, they really pus*y, 'causе they dissin' (Ooh-ooh)
We'll chop up the block and leave that n*gga missin' (Yeah)

[Verse 2: BenjiCold]
f*ck what that n*gga say, f*ck what hoes say
n*ggas so pus*y, n*ggas really pump fake (Yeah)
I'm in love with the money, f*ck it 'cause it's humps day
"n*gga, he talkin' crazy," what the hoes say (Gah, yeah)
These n*ggas, they stealin' sauce, it's not okay (Yeah)
Rich as f*ck, n*gga, go and do sh*t my way
Goin' 200, n*gga, on the highway
She gonna suck a n*gga di*k, a Za' of eighth (Skrrt)
Ride with the bands, I geek (I geek)
Ride with the mob, f*ck ya feelings, I did it (Huh)
White ho' go count up a fifty (Ooh-ooh)
n*gga so broke, yeah, he sh*tty (Yeah)
n*gga, I done got rich as f*ck (Ooh-ooh), lil' n*gga, I'll go ahead and move out the city (Yeah)
Bad little b*tch at the club (Ooh-ooh), she showin' that ass, shakin' ass and titties (Skrrt, yeah)
[Verse 3: Lunchbox]
We hella weight, n*gga, we ain't liftin' up
What can I say? She just wanna lick it up
What can I say? She just wanna kiss it up
He start with me, trust it, we gon' end it though
I got some cake, b*tch, my pockets indigo
He wanna play, he gon' turn to indica
He wanna play, we gon' give him handicap
My new thot actin' like she Vivica
I need some top, b*tch, and that's the end of us
Talkin' hot, n*gga, shots was sent at 'em
They talkin' hot, I'll be on the [?]
All this guap, I be gettin' regular
Thousand a yacht, n*gga, and it's ten of us
No, you can't come, n*gga, you ain't been with us
Feelin' like Kanye, n*gga, I'm a senator
I can't trust a b*tch, I can't depend on her
If you hold the grip, is you gon' flick it though?
If you hold the grip, is you gon' blick it though?
If you hold the grip, is you gon' blick it though?
My new b*tch, she lit, I got a different ho
Love that b*tch but she a lil' mental ho
I won't even lie, I love a mental ho
I can't even lie, I'm in her dental though
New ayy, all these opps I might roll
A new eight, all these opps I might roll
A new eight, all this Wock I might pour
A new eighth, all these thots I might call
A new date, all these thots I might call
My new bae, they be coppin' the sauce
The new wave, n*ggas tried to run off, no way
[Chorus: BenjiCold]
I'm f*ckin' this white ho, think she British
My diamonds, they shine up on my neck, they trickin' (Yeah)
She wanna go suck a n*gga di*k, she lickin' now (Ooh-ooh)
f*ckin' this b*tch, okay, lil' b*tch, you trippin' (Yeah)
She listen to my song, yeah, baby, listen (Ooh-ooh)
I'm sippin' on mud, verse yo whole existence (Huh)
These n*ggas, they really pus*y, 'cause they dissin' me (Ooh-ooh)
We'll chop up the block and leave that n*gga missin'