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Benny The Butcher & Harry Fraud – Talkin’ Back Lyrics

[Intro: Benny the Butcher]
(La música de Harry Fraud)
Brr (So I’m talkin’ back)
The Butcher comin’, nigga (So I’m talkin’ back)
Somebody gotta go (So I’m talkin’ back)
And it ain’t gon’ be me

[Verse 1: Benny the Butcher]
Uh, don’t put no faith in no nigga, no faith in no bitch
I was in the cell, thinkin’ ’bout ways to get rich
All these chains on my neck, I’m still a slave in a sense
Ben Frank on a hundred, but my face on a brick (Brick)
You can’t tell me shit unless you run your paper up
Bought the weight, then took it out of state on a Megabus
You grew up ’round snakes, you relate to us
Lookin’ out for niggas that I couldn’t get a favor from
Shots hit you, doc stitch you with a staple gun
You not a gangster ’til they put you in the paper once
I know a gangster when I’m lookin’ in the face of one
Million dollar appetite, it’s like I got a taste for one
Ah, I really had to clean this dough
You ain’t a boss, everybody on your team just broke
It was either starve or sling this coke
Thirty bands worth of jewels on with seats in coach, nigga (Nigga)

[Chorus: Benny the Butcher & Fat Joe]
Dope money talkin’ to me (So I’m talkin’ back)
These hoes talkin’ to me (So I’m talkin’ back)
Streets talkin’ to me (And I’m talkin’ back)
My plug talkin’ to me (So I’m talkin’ back, Crack)
Dope money talkin’ to me (And I’m talkin’ back, yeah, uh)
These hoes talkin’ to me (And I’m talkin’ back, coca)
The streets talkin’ to me (So I’m talkin’ back, I got you, Butcher)
My plug talkin’ to me (And I’m talkin’ back, Crack)

[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
Chill with all that negative energy
‘Cause I’ll turn a negative nigga into a memory (Brrah)
Y’all been takin’ big Ls since “The Enemy”
Southern slang, servin’ your bumps for like ten a ki (Ten a ki)
Drag me in and out of court, Harvey Weinstein
Threw that white up in the pot, gave ’em pipe dreams
And watch it spread like the Wuhan virus
Do ’em dirty for the low like Wu-Tang ‘Sirus (ODB)
No mask, we let it flame on camera
Moppin’ niggas, movin’ keys like a janitor
Gangs of New York, my niggas’ll pull the heater out
Told Butcher if he pokes the right artery, he’ll bleed out

[Chorus: Benny the Butcher]
Dope money talkin’ to me (So I’m talkin’ back)
These hoes talkin’ to me (So I’m talkin’ back)
Streets talkin’ to me (And I’m talkin’ back)
My plug talkin’ to me (So I’m talkin’ back)
Dope money talkin’ to me (And I’m talkin’ back)
These hoes talkin’ to me (And I’m talkin’ back)
The streets talkin’ to me (So I’m talkin’ back)
My plug talkin’ to me (And I’m talkin’ back)

Saweetie – Birthday Lyrics

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[Chorus: Saweetie]
Goin’ live on my birthday
Spent a hunnid racks on a new chain
Bitches goin’ dumb, we goin’ insane
You can race with us, but it ain’t safe
Goin’ live on my birthday
Spent a hunnid racks on a new chain
Bitches goin’ dumb, we goin’ insane
You can race with us, but it ain’t safe
Da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da

[Verse 1: Tyga]
Aye, goin’ live it’s ya birthday
You a bad bitch, lemme move you to LA
Heard you fucked a few rappers, told her it’s okay (hmm)
I’ma still fuck the bitch anyways
All black Maybach, you can ride it any day
Bum bitches in my ear, tell her move out the way
Meet my best friend, Ben Frank, throw it in ya face
Blowin’ all this cake, I ain’t lookin for a soul mate
How can I trust a bitch, she can’t evеn walk straight
Hit me on my FaceTime, I ain’t tryna see thе face
I’m insane, got game like EA
Sportin’ all these chains, you ain’t gon’ find these on eBay
[Chorus: Saweetie]
Goin’ live on my birthday
Spent a hunnid racks on a new chain
Bitches goin’ dumb, we goin’ insane
You can race with us, but it ain’t safe
Goin’ live on my birthday
Spent a hunnid racks on a new chain
Bitches goin’ dumb, we goin’ insane
You can race with us, but it ain’t safe
Da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da

[Verse 2: Saweetie]
Big boss, big boss
I let the bag talk (yeah)
Chanel on me feet, watch a bitch c-walk
Spent a ticket up in Louis, keep me juicy with the sauce
Mix and match it with the Gucci, I just do this shit to floss
It’s my birthday, bitch, need my birthday [?]
I ain’t spendin’ nothin’ all the drinks on you (yeah)
I got the gang with me and we bout to get loose (what)
See me comin’ through and you bitches better move (bitch, move)
Lil’ brat, I’ma get what I want (that’s right)
Eight shots, Ima act like a hoe (okay)
Said the liquor make me nasty, nigga so (so what?)
If you fuckin’ up my vibe, you gotta go
[Chorus: Saweetie & Doja Cat ]
Goin’ live on my birthday
Spent a hunnid racks on a new chain
Bitches goin’ dumb, we goin’ insane
You can race with us, but it ain’t safe
Goin’ live on my birthday
Spent a hunnid racks on a new chain
Bitches goin’ dumb, we goin’ insane
You can race with us, but it ain’t safe
Da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 3: Doja Cat]
Dark in the club, came late, can’t see me
But the diamonds on me look space
I ain’t get all that I wanted, baby, it’s my day
Got him coming out the wallet, then my cake I need a break ’cause I
Almost died on my birthday
Ex friends wanna make ties on my birthday
Tell ya bitch she can’t be looking tired on my birthday
Shake that ass or pick a side on my birthday (pick a side)
You there, give you blue balls with my blue hair
I took the roof off like bitch I need air
I’ma take my shoes off and cop a new pair for my birthday
[Chorus: Saweetie]
Goin’ live on my birthday
Spent a hunnid racks on a new chain
Bitches goin’ dumb, we goin’ insane
You can race with us, but it ain’t safe
Goin’ live on my birthday
Spent a hunnid racks on a new chain
Bitches goin’ dumb, we goin’ insane
You can race with us, but it ain’t safe
Da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da
Goin’ live on my birthday
Da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da
Goin’ live on my birthday