Dom Corleo - Benz-O lyrics

(yeah, that's crazy, George)
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh yeah, uh, yeah, uh
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh yeah, yeah

Don't try that, boy, I'm never on lack
Yeah, I keep that stick on me
Clutchin' on this Hellcat
Yeah, we keep them poles
And don't nobody know
I can't even be mad at myself
This the life I chose
I ain't slept in hours, bitch
I think I'm losin' dialect
My eyes not dilatin' i might just die later
I just cut that bitch off
So she gon' cry later go talk to them hoes
Girl, you ain't gon' play me like
I'm dumb and I don't know
I run the same game but I'ma
Bе the one in the еndzone
I tend to overthink when I'm off
The Oxy' and the Benzo'
I was finna go home but I
Pulled up and the bank closed
You in this room, take off your clothes
I wanna fuck, yeah i wanna fuck, yeah
I wanna fuck, yeah
I'm ridin' 'round up off this
Oxy' in that truck, yeah
We pick that boy up, then we
Throw him in the trunk, yeah
Yuh, yeah yuh, yeah
Go