Duffel Bag Hottie’s Revenge

Benny the Butcher & Boldy James - Rap, In English
Duffel Bag Hottie’s Revenge
2 Plays
Duration: 3:46
Lyrics
[Intro: Benny the Butcher] I used to think about the people in your life And I think of Neil, and then you were sitting there Right now, what doyou want me to say? You say, John, what's it about? Ah (Griselda, Griselda) Black Soprano Family (What's life about?) These are the real Sopranos Chukk, this is a hit, this is a hit The Butcher comin, nigga [Verse 1: Benny the Butcher] I won't shake your boss' hand or kneel to the Pope Me and Duffel like Gotti and Neil Dellacroce They cry crocodile tears when they broke I'm tuckin' eagles in my belt and putting crocodile skin on the coat Cutting bills from a sеaled envelopе Niggas got two feet in the game but still don't got no idea how it go As always, I only did what I know Instincts start kicking in when the meat on your ribs getting low Streets got a dark side to 'em, I watch for the double cross They threw the triple at me, this made me trigger happy Streets made me business savvy Yeah, the bosses of all bosses, capo di tutti capi Let's start there, look how we started, now the vets out peers And I don't gotta cash a check all year, let's address y'all fears Audio nightmare, adjust y'all ears Throw jabs but can't protect y'all chins I thought more of my enemies, it be hard to avoid a hater So I buy bullets in bulk like toilet paper With no fork, I use anything for an oil scraper Pull a brick out a mule, it look like she goin to labor I don't wanna be forgotten Got me spending everything when I'm coppin Them prices had a nigga spoiled rotten Fed the family out my pocket That was pre-wrapped before I got these watches In the midst of that, we all know who watchin Pour out a little liquor (Ah) just for my enemies' sake When they see me, they turn pale, look like Hillary face Bought a half a M or better what I get for a tape Easy chips we can make from my memory bank It's about money, how when we all got some? Can't say it's 'bout them foreign shits 'cause we all copped 'em Can't be bout no hoes, nigga, them bitches fuckin us too Can't be 'bout no jewels either 'cause my shit bust too [Chorus: Benny the Butcher] I don't wanna be forgotten (Ah) in the memory of my niggas Who did this shit in hopes we won't forget 'em (Make sure they don't forget) Let's go, we ball harder every summer It's really no such thing as a number I don't wanna be forgotten, uh-huh, so write my name in the books too Of gangstas who came in to push through (Make sure they don't forget) Doing a back and a whip, that's one-sixty My wrist screamin', "Don't forget me" [Verse 2: Boldy James] I'm talking Pig Latin, 1900 OJ in the pill cabinet Four-piece in a Gucci duffie, four-nick in my Bills jacket Cram jam off the goal shore, this ain't no folklore Gritter out the litter, couple mill that I could show for Grand slam, two-step on the puppy got the band dancin' Sky-Dwellin', dumping ice packs, feel like my thighs swellin Five-seveN tucked in my undies, my nose runny Soles gummy on my Unos, Manute Bol the money, kudos Facing a future indictment bigger than Pluto For cutting circles out the square, cup purpler than Nuvo Porsche 911, this a state of emergency 760 cherry cola don't mistake it for burgundy Draped up in Burberry, my shooter say that he owe me his life Whether wrong or right, so every hit he takes is a courtesy On the run for numerous, home invasions and burglaries He gets paid and bails bonds, hands bloody as a tampon Presi with the Arabic numerals, cocaine in my cuticles Safe to say, I'ma be late to my funeral Cake in the Subaru, got the blow taken as usual Money counter beepin', shit sound like I'm making a musical Wrapping brickage up in foil, using tape and some super glue Took the offer off the table cause I made it refusable Bold and beautiful, come to beating cases, I'm two for two Came up off the flakes and them 10:08s of that Scooby-Doo (Let's get it) [Outro] Who you are, what you are Self esteem, self esteem is basic You pick it up in the street, that goes with the street You gotta remember, Angie, I love this guy I loved him, and he was stupid He never listened to me, he was on the goddamn dope money Never rolled, you know that?
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Credits
- Writers
- Benny the Butcher
- Boldy James
- Nunchuk101