Lyrics 94 Bentley - SAINt JHN
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Brrt
Burn
it
down,
burn
it
down,
speedin'
down
ready
Heaven
don't
let
me
down,
comin'
down heavy
Brooklyn nigga,
ridin'
low in
the
Chevy
Make
this
'94
feel like
a
Bentley
Fucked
up,
turnt
up,
piped
up,
gripped
up
Turnt
up,
tryna
kill
the
pain
with
my
sick
cup
Fucked
up,
turnt
up,
piped
up,
gripped
up
Whole
block,
whole
gang
prayin',
I
deliver
Fucked
up,
turnt
up,
piped
up,
gripped
up
Turnt
up,
tryna
kill
the
pain
in
my
sick
cup
Fucked
up,
turnt
up,
piped
up,
gripped
up
Whole
block,
whole
gang
prayin',
I
deliver
(Oh-oh)
Uncle
Munsen
in
the
corner
playin'
dominoes
He
a
genius,
trappers
never
make
the
honor
roll
Oh,
but
to
me
you're
the
one
though
Screamin'
Rastafari
'til
I
die,
sellin'
cocaine
gumbo
I'm
just
good
at
playin'
dumb
Young
chameleon
seen
the
Rover
with
the
paper
tags
Spendin'
paper
racin',
tryna
get
his
childhood
back
It's
cool,
he's
back
on
road
Burn
it
down,
burn
it
down,
speedin'
down
ready
Heaven
don't
let
me
down,
comin'
down
heavy
Brooklyn
nigga,
ridin'
low
in
the
Chevy
Make
this
'94
feel
like
a
Bentley
Fucked
up,
turnt
up,
piped
up,
gripped
up
Turnt
up,
tryna
kill
the
pain
with
my
sick
cup
Fucked
up,
turnt
up,
piped
up,
gripped
up
Whole
block,
whole
gang
prayin',
I
deliver
Fucked
up,
turnt
up,
piped
up,
gripped
up
Turnt
up,
tryna
kill
the
pain
in
my
sick
cup
Fucked
up,
turnt
up,
piped
up,
gripped
up
Whole
block,
whole
gang
prayin',
I
deliver
Now
they
would
never
stop,
even
if
I
fall
If
I
ever
die,
it's
nobody's
fault
Just
don't
let
me
down,
just
don't
break
my
heart
In
my
'94
Bentley,
I'm
a
fucking
star
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