Blue Face Bengis

Blue face bengis
A one nikes
All black fit
Looking shiesty
On my lap glock nineteen
Attachments flash light with the beam
Tuck that bitch
Right up in my jeans
Pass that bitch
Let me hit the hennessy
Trap house jumping
Open all week
It's looking like october thirty first in this bitch
A bunch of zombies
Aks ars straight from az

Whole brick half a brick quarter brick
That's a nine piece
Black and gold taurus gthree
That's a nine piece
Lt not et
I don't come in peace
I eat the team eats
Every night we feast
Rain snow or sleet
Twenty threes on my feet
Two two threes blow out your knees
Plenty off room for a body in the creek
That's what you get
When you fucking with the team

And I'm not talking sports
So i better not see you in court or
I turn your body to a corpse
First class ticket
Straight to a resort
Of coarse
A four meal course
On the shore
Bout to have intercourse
Blue face bengis
We don't fuck with green anymore
Blue face bengis
We don't fuck with green anymore
We don't fuck with green anymore



Credits
Writer(s): Eddie Castrejon
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