Big Body Benz

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G-Unit - Rap, In English

Big Body Benz

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[Intro: Kidd Kidd] Uh, man Remember niggas used to pay bingo? Like yo man, bingo man, that's my call man, for real (yoon!) Big body Benz, big body Benz, big body Benz I say all I ever wanted was a big body Benz All I ever wanted [Verse 1: Kidd Kidd] Killers don't have no conscience, blat, won't think about it Trap up in them houses, rats, they Mickey Mouses Gats up in their trousers Ma came in and gave me a slap Said she found all that crack under her couches I can't sleep, Fred Krueger in my dreams Call niggas all machines, all y'all work for me And I'd rather work a triple beam than at Burger King Rob you for your bling-bling, give me all your ching-ching Flip your pockets from your jeans, make sure I got everything Before I leave, life's a bitch, and we just havin' a fling Man this chrome is like a phone, better answer it when it rings Let it ring 'til it click, empty clip You can smell me and see I've been through some shit With my clique M-Zone, Rida Gang, now these hoes gon' ride the dick It's because of street fame these bitches know what it is They gon' say I'm doing my thing when I pull up in that six Lord knows [Chorus: Kidd Kidd & (50 Cent)] All I ever wanted was a big body Benz Big body Benz, big body Benz All I ever wanted was a big body Benz Big body Benz (and a clean set of rims) All I ever wanted was a big body Benz Big body Benz, big body Benz All I ever wanted was a big body Benz Big body Benz (and a clean set of rims) [Verse 2: 50 Cent] Pushin' coke and bought them Regals and them large DeVilles Then they got them vapor bitches, I'm like this for real? Me, I want that big Benz with the emblem in the grill Start packin' the steel, lettin' niggas know the deal I want that shit so bad, start thinkin' "who I got to kill?" That's how a nigga feel when we out there in the field That Glock was pumpin', paper comin', how can niggas chill? Barrel link manage gold teeth, put gold all in my grill Shoot out shit, I rob your bitch, I use her as a shield Shit, look at the wheels, wooo! Look at the wheels Chrome two-piece Lorenzos got me lookin' like a mill' Peace call, if you wanna talk then later we can build, AHH! [Chorus: Kidd Kidd & (50 Cent)] All I ever wanted was a big body Benz Big body Benz, big body Benz All I ever wanted was a big body Benz Big body Benz (and a clean set of rims) All I ever wanted was a big body Benz Big body Benz, big body Benz All I ever wanted was a big body Benz Big body Benz (and a clean set of rims) [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] Uh, sittin' back in my new AMG, smokin' with 2-thou'-15 Golden wrist, few pounds of green Park this shit, shoot down yo' teams Now it seems, oh so clear through Beams Flow so dope, I lean Fuck you mean? Lucky that you breathe Choke the leaf Focus through my new designer lens Tell her not her friends Beaucoup dollars spent, new jewels line 'em in Too cool time to win, I'm on top again You gon' top me off, excuse me out Bullshit you about, front, them Rugers out Face the sword, no risk, no reward Peace talk won't go nowhere, gets ignored Price you can't afford, white man at your courts Get you more, right here like before Seen it all my life shit end like this Come back filthy rich, still not guilty, bitch, uh [Chorus: Kidd Kidd & (50 Cent)] All I ever wanted was a big body Benz Big body Benz, big body Benz All I ever wanted was a big body Benz Big body Benz (and a clean set of rims) All I ever wanted was a big body Benz Big body Benz, big body Benz All I ever wanted was a big body Benz Big body Benz (and a clean set of rims) [Outro: Kidd Kidd] Nigga, knahmean? Dreams man, street dreams, ya feel me? Free PJ, free my lil' homie Chucky, y'knahmsayin'? Straight up and down man, oww! Free my nigga Red Elway, ya heard me? Just caught ten, ya feel that? Damn, shit real man, we just was all real niggas man Just out here chasin' our dreams man Everybody wanna be fly, everybody wanna live flashy youknow'msayin'? It's all about feedin' the fam, man, straight up and down man So we gon' do whatever it takes to get it By any means... {*fades out*}

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Credits

Writers
  • Ky Miller
  • Kidd Kidd
  • 50 Cent
  • Lloyd Banks