Yea I gotta turn this motherf*cking shit up so this shit could know what I'm saying
But you already know how we pull up man
When GOD tells us to know what I'm saying
Niggas don't believe in time
Ready let's go
Uh
Slums
Uh
Big Slums
Big Slums
Big Slums
Uh
Bitch I know I'm Late
I still pulled up to the function
I ain't even supposed to be drinking
But this Henny got me dumb lit
I treat the game like a dog
I don't walk this shit I run it
Shit we risk the shit for the biscuit
On 4th down we never punt it
Pussy nigga tryna act tough
To be honest shit look funny
To be honest worried about none
If it ain't got to do with money
Got my baby momma a bag
I ain't got no baby just hundreds
I swear I'm having fun with this shit
I'll f*ck this bitch cause I know you couldn't
Ain't no matter how you put it
I did this shit on my own
The proofs in the pudding
Swagga like I'm Cuba Gooding
Kick that bitch out the crib cause she calling me Odell
Pullup on me and it probably won't go well
Niggas be lying just telling folk tales
I got some GME stocks
Tell em don't sell
I put a PUA in we gon provail
Benny Slums - CONSTANZA Lyrics
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Yea I gotta turn this motherf*cking shit up so this shit could know what I'm saying
But you already know how we pull up man
When GOD tells us to know what I'm saying
Niggas don't believe in time
Ready let's go
Uh
Slums
Uh
Big Slums
Big Slums
Big Slums
Uh
Bitch I know I'm Late
I still pulled up to the function
I ain't even supposed to be drinking
But this Henny got me dumb lit
I treat the game like a dog
I don't walk this shit I run it
Shit we risk the shit for the biscuit
On 4th down we never punt it
Pussy nigga tryna act tough
To be honest shit look funny
To be honest worried about none
If it ain't got to do with money
Got my baby momma a bag
I ain't got no baby just hundreds
I swear I'm having fun with this shit
I'll f*ck this bitch cause I know you couldn't
Ain't no matter how you put it
I did this shit on my own
The proofs in the pudding
Swagga like I'm Cuba Gooding
Kick that bitch out the crib cause she calling me Odell
Pullup on me and it probably won't go well
Niggas be lying just telling folk tales
I got some GME stocks
Tell em don't sell
I put a PUA in we gon provail
But you already know how we pull up man
When GOD tells us to know what I'm saying
Niggas don't believe in time
Ready let's go
Uh
Slums
Uh
Big Slums
Big Slums
Big Slums
Uh
Bitch I know I'm Late
I still pulled up to the function
I ain't even supposed to be drinking
But this Henny got me dumb lit
I treat the game like a dog
I don't walk this shit I run it
Shit we risk the shit for the biscuit
On 4th down we never punt it
Pussy nigga tryna act tough
To be honest shit look funny
To be honest worried about none
If it ain't got to do with money
Got my baby momma a bag
I ain't got no baby just hundreds
I swear I'm having fun with this shit
I'll f*ck this bitch cause I know you couldn't
Ain't no matter how you put it
I did this shit on my own
The proofs in the pudding
Swagga like I'm Cuba Gooding
Kick that bitch out the crib cause she calling me Odell
Pullup on me and it probably won't go well
Niggas be lying just telling folk tales
I got some GME stocks
Tell em don't sell
I put a PUA in we gon provail
Writer: Bradley Franco
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