"Jasmine's" lyrics
Benny The Butcher & Daringer Lyrics
(feat. Westside Gunn)
Summertime, Butch
Ayo, power trophy up the stove in Garçon
If you need me, I be in my cell on the phone
George capitals, you see the bones are minerals
Might be the first drug dealer on Vogue
Mule panicking cause she laid out to the Andalé
Made shit, my heart's with the Scush all through Lama Ray
My bitch still will wanna fight, shooter on the left
The first who make her move, her dope dope be the best
Goyard satchel with the blick, leaving out the Ritz
Chips and Lease on the shopping spree, just me and your bitch
I bought me everything, I ain't buying shit
Hermès crocodile sandals stepping on a brick
36 to 44, shit much more
My man mom died, he in the cell with the rings and bulls
Fuck is the state of rap?
Same shit they been trying to act since Pac died
And Big left and the game went a little lopsided on the pop side
And I cry, it's elementary that you add some entries to your top 5
Cause evidently I'm in my prime
Doing better than them who done got signed
But it cost me, how else can I put it?
They forced me, bullets and coffee
I cheated the game, it felt good as adultery
Ask the last label, well I'm a rap savior
I'm a cash major, I'm a mad strangler
I'm a cash cow and a stack saver
We could chat now or we could chat later
I made my wrist lock
Then made a movie about it
Like the Black Alfred Hitchcock
Interrogation room
I be so quiet in it that you might hear a pin drop
What's the state of rap?
Same shit they been trying to act since Will Smith and Jazzy Jeff
I sold real bricks
I still don't got no real hits
But cocaine still give thrills
White girl, real Kill Bill shit
I get chills when I close deals
Made a quarter mill off some chill shit
I get the pill, I'm tryna bang like I'm O'Neal
You just Josh Childress
I show you gents around the money
I take your lil nigga on a field trip
Got a Yacht-Master on a yacht
Nigga we are not rappers
All the cops passed them
And they drop faster than a time traveler
And my watch flashing like I'm arm-wrestlers
But you like the senior with bad grades
And I'm the dean, I'm thinking why cap ya
Couch potato with an iPad and a mic so now you a podcaster
They hit they ceilings
I'm booked in Paris
Let's get to business
250 and hundreds to count it, it take her ten minutes
Fuck is the state of rap?
Same shit they been trying to act since Eazy-E
Only street niggas gonna agree with me
I'm just a rich nigga with a GED
Big Butch
Ayo, power trophy up the stove in Garçon
If you need me, I be in my cell on the phone
George capitals, you see the bones are minerals
Might be the first drug dealer on Vogue
Mule panicking cause she laid out to the Andalé
Made shit, my heart's with the Scush all through Lama Ray
My bitch still will wanna fight, shooter on the left
The first who make her move, her dope dope be the best
Goyard satchel with the blick, leaving out the Ritz
Chips and Lease on the shopping spree, just me and your bitch
I bought me everything, I ain't buying shit
Hermès crocodile sandals stepping on a brick
36 to 44, shit much more
My man mom died, he in the cell with the rings and bulls
Fuck is the state of rap?
Same shit they been trying to act since Pac died
And Big left and the game went a little lopsided on the pop side
And I cry, it's elementary that you add some entries to your top 5
Cause evidently I'm in my prime
Doing better than them who done got signed
But it cost me, how else can I put it?
They forced me, bullets and coffee
I cheated the game, it felt good as adultery
Ask the last label, well I'm a rap savior
I'm a cash major, I'm a mad strangler
I'm a cash cow and a stack saver
We could chat now or we could chat later
I made my wrist lock
Then made a movie about it
Like the Black Alfred Hitchcock
Interrogation room
I be so quiet in it that you might hear a pin drop
What's the state of rap?
Same shit they been trying to act since Will Smith and Jazzy Jeff
I sold real bricks
I still don't got no real hits
But cocaine still give thrills
White girl, real Kill Bill shit
I get chills when I close deals
Made a quarter mill off some chill shit
I get the pill, I'm tryna bang like I'm O'Neal
You just Josh Childress
I show you gents around the money
I take your lil nigga on a field trip
Got a Yacht-Master on a yacht
Nigga we are not rappers
All the cops passed them
And they drop faster than a time traveler
And my watch flashing like I'm arm-wrestlers
But you like the senior with bad grades
And I'm the dean, I'm thinking why cap ya
Couch potato with an iPad and a mic so now you a podcaster
They hit they ceilings
I'm booked in Paris
Let's get to business
250 and hundreds to count it, it take her ten minutes
Fuck is the state of rap?
Same shit they been trying to act since Eazy-E
Only street niggas gonna agree with me
I'm just a rich nigga with a GED
Big Butch
