Dub C - Bennett Lyrics

Lyrics Bennett - Dub C



Well I'll be damned
If it ain't Spectr
Got a hawk on the head
With Seagram's in my hand
I can fix when I'm feeling broke
They complain, said I'm stupid, insane
Got confused in the brain
Ain't no fixing what isn't broke
I don't give a shit what you did, I don't care, nigga
Hell, I know my ass is weird
But ya'll some weird niggas
Did you hear, nigga
I'm the real nigga
Realest deal since 5 for 12inch meals, nigga
They can't stand me 'cause I'm in the field, nigga
Handled beef, I might select the veal, nigga
Go for glory, never went for kills, nigga
Echoed pseudonyms to try reveal niggas
They don't know me but they 'bout to feel nigga
Like they tried to speak but then they spilled niggas
Bout to go with the wind, do it over again
Power's here so why not make the most of it
Locomotives can quit, I don't trip, I don't split
I been tearing it up, ain't no Logan shit
Man, they hate my direction, a tampered-with weapon
My plan is a call for the phoniest
I ain't hear your discretion, these niggas ain't dead here
Except for the ones on the boat I hit
Aight fuck it, I'll give it a chance
Til my victory dance on the world makes a bigger dent
Do the time, give a helping of hand
Greet the kids outta France, all black down
Yellow slipping in
But they blurted a grievance, he said Bitch, repeat it
I felt him, ain't saving for many men
Throwing me off for bullshit, but I'm through with it
Cause I'm Bennett
And I ain't in it, bitch
Get up off my shit, that shit
Ain't got shit to do with me, bitch
Get up off my shit, that shit
Ain't got shit to do with me, bitch
Get up off my shit, that shit
Ain't got shit to do with me, bitch
Get up off my shit, that shit
Ain't got shit to do with me, bitch
Get up off my shit, that shit
Ain't got shit to do with me, bitch
Get up off my shit, that shit
Ain't got shit to do with me, bitch
Get up off my shit, that shit
Ain't got shit to do with me, bitch
Get up off my shit, that shit
Ain't got shit to do with me, bitch
Get up off my shit, this shit
Her shit, his shit
I got shit to deal with
You hurt bad? Better heal quick
No disrespect, bird shit
Every choice gonna come with a big risk
Less resorts got 12th and you're livid
Nigga, this is my life
Gotta go and live it
Live it up
Bottoms up, leave the foolies with the sippy cups
Get drunk, get crunk, don't trip or nun
For yourself ain't a maybe
Nigga, it's a must
Yup yup, feeling ok
No labor on another 'til I'm gon' pay
Got my specs on today for the whole day
So I can see the BS from far, far, far away
All y'all gotta say is
Nonsense, noises, less sense, more shit
Blab mouth, not finna crash out for your shit
I'm maxed out, resort to cash now, endorsements
I'm that house, I give you the stack
I don't make choices
Be it something terrible
Floyd attempting a parable
Niggas brawling their brothers
And smashing others like shareables
To tell the truth, I'm not a sidekick so shawty
Get up off my shit, bitch
Get up off my shit, that shit
Ain't got shit to do with me, bitch
Get up off my shit, that shit
Ain't got shit to do with me, bitch
Get up off my shit, that shit
Ain't got shit to do with me, bitch
Get up off my shit, that shit
Ain't got shit to do with me, bitch
Get up off my shit, that shit
Ain't got shit to do with me, bitch
Get up off my shit, that shit
Ain't got shit to do with me, bitch
Get up off my shit, that shit
Ain't got shit to do with me, bitch
Get up off my shit, that shit
Ain't got shit to do with me, bitch



Writer(s): W. Ezell


Dub C - Early Sage
Album Early Sage
date of release
11-08-2023




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