NorthSideBenji, Unknown T - One In The Chamber lyrics
Unknown T [Daniel Lena] Uganda - London, GB.
[NorthSideBenji, Unknown T - One In The Chamber lyrics]
(It's Swidom, R14)
Yeah, it's one in the chamber
So you know that we hittin' 'em
Yeah, we ain't lookin' for strangers
These niggas hittin' civilians
Whether we make the money, take the money
I'm finna get me a billion
And I just subtract the paper from
(Mhm) the balance and pay out the
(Mhm) hitters for gettin' 'em
I told my young boy, "Step then bark
Don't do documentaries"
Leave that phone, go around, get drenchy
Uff-uff, two rambos
Ski with a scarf like Benji
I just dodged a mazeen
Might ring up and call my Frenchie
Bad B in a Bentayga, Bentley
Big drip, no Brené, I'm feelin' so trendy
(Uff) back then was Mackenzie
In the bando, wan' tour, man grip on Givenchy
Still gotta do what I do for the
Block, I'ma ball nonstop with my tool
Don't tempt me step, one
Two Ruger or the Winches' lookin' all lengthy
Rest up Sheggy
We still slap corn 'til we smoke on the Henry
The shot
(Hey) shells plenty (Grrt, baow, baow, baow
Baow)
Man, I'm still on this paper route (Mm-mm)
Used to trap out the vacant housing
I was just tryna make it out with my dog
Now I'm shoppin' for Audemars with
The frost on it hear this 9 millimeter
Soundin' like exhaust, don't it?
(Pew, pew, pew, pew)
And if he a problem, we gon'
Put a cost on him, boy, i tell ya
So we get the heaters out in the winter
Put 762s inside the Sprinter
We givin' 'bout fifty shots like it's liquor
This lil' F&N a real head splitter
Top of the league, ain't no one harder
Than me in my city, boy, i tell ya
So I'm oversea
Tryna find someone who be fuckin'
With me, T, I'm tryna tell you, nigga
Listen, them yutes love chat and
We do not speak
Unleash, switch tunes with my kick
Why bleach?
The opp try back up, I still got reach
He's a neek, he don't know 'bout streets
No, I'm in D-X-B, I can't smoke no trees
My name's too hot, I can feel the degrees
Benji, where the G's?
I might haffi ring Bundog for the Canada leaf
Long Rambs and the dirty katana can chop
Don't skeet opps ran off and lost their keys
They talk too raggo, the smoke's on lease
Two waps and they're both guaranteed
Pff, I been too bad, so I'm no nominee
You know the clip back really
Drops to my knees my tugs on badness
Free up my brodies 'cah that's my ski
(Ski, glee, mmm)
Yeah, it's one in the chamber
So you know that we hittin' 'em
Yeah, we ain't lookin' for strangers
These niggas hittin' civilians
Whether we make the money, take the money
I'm finna get me a billion
And I just subtract the
Paper from the balance
And pay out the hitters for gettin' 'em
And I just subtract the
Paper from the balance
And pay out the hitters for gettin' 'em
I was just tryna make it out with my dog
Now I'm shoppin' for Audemars with
The frost on it
Yeah, it's one in the chamber
So you know that we hittin' 'em
Yeah, we ain't lookin' for strangers
These niggas hittin' civilians
Whether we make the money, take the money
I'm finna get me a billion
And I just subtract the paper from
(Mhm) the balance and pay out the
(Mhm) hitters for gettin' 'em
I told my young boy, "Step then bark
Don't do documentaries"
Leave that phone, go around, get drenchy
Uff-uff, two rambos
Ski with a scarf like Benji
I just dodged a mazeen
Might ring up and call my Frenchie
Bad B in a Bentayga, Bentley
Big drip, no Brené, I'm feelin' so trendy
(Uff) back then was Mackenzie
In the bando, wan' tour, man grip on Givenchy
Still gotta do what I do for the
Block, I'ma ball nonstop with my tool
Don't tempt me step, one
Two Ruger or the Winches' lookin' all lengthy
Rest up Sheggy
We still slap corn 'til we smoke on the Henry
The shot
(Hey) shells plenty (Grrt, baow, baow, baow
Baow)
Man, I'm still on this paper route (Mm-mm)
Used to trap out the vacant housing
I was just tryna make it out with my dog
Now I'm shoppin' for Audemars with
The frost on it hear this 9 millimeter
Soundin' like exhaust, don't it?
(Pew, pew, pew, pew)
And if he a problem, we gon'
Put a cost on him, boy, i tell ya
So we get the heaters out in the winter
Put 762s inside the Sprinter
We givin' 'bout fifty shots like it's liquor
This lil' F&N a real head splitter
Top of the league, ain't no one harder
Than me in my city, boy, i tell ya
So I'm oversea
Tryna find someone who be fuckin'
With me, T, I'm tryna tell you, nigga
Listen, them yutes love chat and
We do not speak
Unleash, switch tunes with my kick
Why bleach?
The opp try back up, I still got reach
He's a neek, he don't know 'bout streets
No, I'm in D-X-B, I can't smoke no trees
My name's too hot, I can feel the degrees
Benji, where the G's?
I might haffi ring Bundog for the Canada leaf
Long Rambs and the dirty katana can chop
Don't skeet opps ran off and lost their keys
They talk too raggo, the smoke's on lease
Two waps and they're both guaranteed
Pff, I been too bad, so I'm no nominee
You know the clip back really
Drops to my knees my tugs on badness
Free up my brodies 'cah that's my ski
(Ski, glee, mmm)
Yeah, it's one in the chamber
So you know that we hittin' 'em
Yeah, we ain't lookin' for strangers
These niggas hittin' civilians
Whether we make the money, take the money
I'm finna get me a billion
And I just subtract the
Paper from the balance
And pay out the hitters for gettin' 'em
And I just subtract the
Paper from the balance
And pay out the hitters for gettin' 'em
I was just tryna make it out with my dog
Now I'm shoppin' for Audemars with
The frost on it