Luclover - BENIHANA lyrics

Any last words? yeah

I'm in a war with
Industry heads and executives
Tryna come get me to sign it
I told this lil' bitch I need more
They uppin' the score
Cause they know I’ll fuckin’ decline it
I need like four inside my foreign
Ain't talkin' 'bout Ford
Ain't talkin' 'bout no motherfuckin' hunnid
These labels not ready for war
They feelin' the boy
I like how this shit kinda funny like
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
My diamonds hit like dasani like
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
All of this shit kinda funny like
Uh, uh, uh, uh my money long like many my
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Pick up the phone
Lil’ bitch I done kept up too
Long with your tone lil’ bitch
Peep the F&N kick like a song, lil’ bitch
And she acting brand new, get her gone
Lil bitch’
I don’t give fuck bout’ no one, lil’ bitch
I had popped the fuck off with that song
Lil bitch’
Wait till’ they hear the rest of this song
Lil’ bitch
Oh, he rap off the muhfuckin dome and shit
I got this bad Asian hoe eat like Benihana
Yea, I’m talkin’ bout’ me
Ain’t no Jeffery Dahmer
I just pop me a E, then I hit up aunna
Told her she could fuck me
If she bring her partner
I jus’ bust me a skeleton, AP Model
All my diamonds hit glee by the henny bottle
Only pop me a Roxy if feelin' awful
Told the bitch bring her booty
And make it wobble

I tell her twerk, twerk
Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk
Ain’t talkin’ bout’ work, work
Work, work, work, work, work
In the lamb truck swerve, swerve
Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve
In the burbs I heard, heard
Heard, heard, heard, heard, heard
I took the top off, I lost it
Count this shmoney up, bitch I make profit
All this shmoney, it make me feel nauseous
They move funny, I’m moving too cautious
Pop a perc 45, he be off it
Even time I pop out, they be posing
Keep that blick by my side, I ain’t talkin’
Keep my shooters active on the offense
Fuck bout’ that talkin’

I'm in a war with
Industry heads and executives
Tryna come get me to sign it
I told this lil' bitch I need more
They uppin' the score
Cause they know I’ll fuckin’ decline it
I need like four inside my foreign
Ain't talkin' 'bout Ford
Ain't talkin' 'bout no motherfuckin' hunnid
These labels not ready for war
They feelin' the boy
I like how this shit kinda funny like
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
My diamonds hit like dasani like
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
All of this shit kinda funny like
Uh, uh, uh, uh my money long like many my
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh