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Benzos

Alright Alright Alright Don't everybody like the smell of gasoline? Well burn motherfucka burn American dreams Don't everybody like the taste of apple

i just cl 600 benz 20 years .. looking real fresh .. got the game .. automatic switch ... i just cl 600 benz 20 years .. looking real fresh .. i just cl 600 benz

Last night, I saw that beauty queen Watched her paint her face on Wanna be that magazine That she bases life on Wanna waste her monthly blood Wanna get

Brilliant, a word describing something dumb You create to desecrate the villain I've become A prophet, not to be made but heard Speaks in tongues and

[Chorus ? Rick Ross & Wale] [Rick Ross] 600 Benz, house six hundred grand That was six years ago, whips come from Japan I get that work on my face I get

Did I hurt you? All wash of waters broken My favulous machine to suck so close your eyes I'll cut you inside and tell me, did I hurt you, hurt you? Your

now, she's fast, she's bad and she's Italian, she makes 100 miles per hour, oh yeah as we cross the city lights, she takes me higher, she's the hottest

We'll, two dollars shy of a five dollar bill Last mile I pushed my truck uphill About hurt me I left my truck by the pump right where I parked it Walked

What were you doing when you sis the things you did What were you saying when you said the things you said No I can't comprehend anything you're saying