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• Artiste: Benny (Rapper)
• Titre: The Fighting Irish
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These are the real Sopranos Uh you niggas stupid Y'all think we turned up already Y'all ain't seen nothin' yet Uh you just couldn't leave the chick and gave tips to the fuzz Heard the feds brought her ass got she thicker than blood On wax never mention a grudge But any nigga dissin' me might dodge instead of gettin' a buzz More grams than birthdays jumped right in to hustlin' I was younger than them hoes They claim Tyga was fuckin' If you love me drive me down Zipps My bitch don't gotta wait for a birthday for out of town trips I hear that hot talk let's simmer it down The fact is I used to niggas I'm richer than now Let them tell it they handed me something But I'm the biggest shit that happened in my hood since Camby was dunkin' They speculate what I earnin' this shit Just be happy I quit the trap Cause if your mom come I'm servin' the bitch I'm really that I'm deserving of this I'm so famous that the cop might let me go if I'm swerve in the bitch Lucky me lucky me Lucky me lucky me Lucky me lucky me Lucky me lucky me Lucky me lucky me Lucky me lucky me Lucky me lucky me Lucky me lucky me I be lucky yo Heard niggas singing like the Commodores Last night we had bottle wars Yacht Master one or two got one you got them all Bone collector alpha dog Cut from a different kind of cloth Niggas like us dinosaurs But this watch ain't no fossil dawg One shot clean kill Wipe em down with alcohol Tools laying around my crib Got wrenches like we salvaged cars Talk dope trafficking for 80s babies But now it's frowned upon If you go in my house the cars still smell like an ounce of raw Put money in my homie's books for the thousand and 40 crooks One hand on the chrome he put the other hand on the holy book It numb your mouth like aura gel one taste get your homie hooked Don't play get your homie cooked y'all pray to a lonely wolf I pray to the only God I know so you know what's up Mr Pyrex Man you out water that's how you blow it up What I seen in my environment watch the fiend be a scientist I stepped on so many blocks I need a podiatrist Lucky me nigga Lucky me lucky me Lucky me lucky me Lucky me lucky me Lucky me lucky me Lucky me lucky me Lucky me lucky me Lucky me lucky me Lucky me lucky me These are the real Sopranos