Benihana
Yeah
I'm goin', yeah
I'm in NYC and yeah, I'm posted with my brothers
R-rockin' Purple jeans, I'm fuckin' on yo' baby mama
A-and that bitch so bad, I might take her to Benihana
I-I'm goin' gold, I said I'm tryna put on for my brother
We gon' talk bout how I'm tryna put on for my brothers
I rock these clothes but that don't mean that I don't miss my brothers
I rock these clothes but that don't mean that I don't miss my brothers
I rock that shit up in the morning
Yeah, and we gone, I can't tell you that
He made me mad, I just hit him with a fuckin' bat
She too attached, I'm tryna fuck, but I ain't tell her that
I'm kinda sad I ain't call her back, but I been in my bag
Yeah
But I been in my bag
Walkin' 'round with- walkin' round with too much- mmm
Yeah
Yeah
I'm goin', yeah
I'm in NYC and yeah, I'm posted with my brothers
R-rockin' Purple jeans, I'm fuckin' on yo' baby mama
A-and that bitch so bad, I might take her to Benihana
I-I'm goin' gold, I said I'm tryna put on for my brother
We gon' talk bout how I'm tryna put on for my brothers
I rock these clothes but that don't mean that I don't miss my brothers
That I don't miss my brothers (y-)
In that shit, boy
Go, go, go, go
That I don't miss my brothers
Yeah
I'm in my bag
Yeah
Bitch
I'm goin', yeah
I'm in NYC and yeah, I'm posted with my brothers
R-rockin' Purple jeans, I'm fuckin' on yo' baby mama
A-and that bitch so bad, I might take her to Benihana
I-I'm goin' gold, I said I'm tryna put on for my brother
We gon' talk bout how I'm tryna put on for my brothers
I rock these clothes but that don't mean that I don't miss my brothers
I rock these clothes but that don't mean that I don't miss my brothers
I rock that shit up in the morning
Yeah, and we gone, I can't tell you that
He made me mad, I just hit him with a fuckin' bat
She too attached, I'm tryna fuck, but I ain't tell her that
I'm kinda sad I ain't call her back, but I been in my bag
Yeah
But I been in my bag
Walkin' 'round with- walkin' round with too much- mmm
Yeah
Yeah
I'm goin', yeah
I'm in NYC and yeah, I'm posted with my brothers
R-rockin' Purple jeans, I'm fuckin' on yo' baby mama
A-and that bitch so bad, I might take her to Benihana
I-I'm goin' gold, I said I'm tryna put on for my brother
We gon' talk bout how I'm tryna put on for my brothers
I rock these clothes but that don't mean that I don't miss my brothers
That I don't miss my brothers (y-)
In that shit, boy
Go, go, go, go
That I don't miss my brothers
Yeah
I'm in my bag
Yeah
Bitch
Credits
Writer(s): Nett Spend
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