时间：2020-10-16
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Where Would I Go (Explicit) - BENNY THE BUTCHER/Rick Ross
Produced by：Hit-Boy
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Where would I go?
You know real
Where would I go?
Real big boss shit
Where would I go?
Distinguished gentleman shit
Real street nigga shit yo
Jumped in the game feet first and I paid for my actions
Hospital stays laid up related to asthma
And all I knew was chase paper in a dangerous fashion
Them boxes came to my crib with my name on a package
Mama I made it rose petals and gold Chevelles
Ask the team we all cop gold bezels at those levels
It's on my wrist and as well as my hip it's cold metal
This kinda game only run through your veins and your bone marrow
It cost me they tell me"Be humble" they think I'm flossin'
Shit I probably am I got this out the concrete
I stood in front of buildings sold dope brown as coffee
Wearin' Barkleys I just parked the 740 by a palm tree
That's real shit
Stuck to the plan from out the sand get rich and share it
When you a dope boy this the life that your bitch inherit
She wanna fuck me on a yacht and take a trip to Paris
I buy her expensive shit and she forget to wear it
Big dough when you thought of my block
I bought a brand new pistol when I thought of the opps
I had the money on the roll 'fore the water got hot
And I still remember who owe 'case y'all thought I forgot
The Butcher comin' nigga
It's the biggest
M-M-M-M where would I go?
Niggas desire to fit in I was invited
Where would I go?
Pistol whipped a few niggas I was indicted
Where would I go?
When you face a few years it's time to fight it
I shoot the prosecutor right back Johnny Unitas
Perry Mason Gary Payton
The double M nigga I live amazin'
M-M
Dope boy alumni such a classy unit
All double R's at the class reunion
Pistol heavy the money bagger
The bitches at me up the ladder
Franchise it's rappers that can't size us
Bitches flew out of state just to stand beside us
For a selfie that boy wealthy
Four floor condos that nigga selfish
Waterfalls and all deep in the cells
I speak with my heart I rarely talk a lot
Went from Ford to Ferrari look at the parkin' lot
Seatbelts never that's a common law
'Cause when the shots fired fat boy hoppin' out
It's time to explain just what your songs 'bout
'Cause when your homie got shot up you cut your phone off
Only way I go is where I wanna be
My niggas all on top it's what I wanna see
My kids in the mansion it got a hundred rooms
Playin' hide and seek for weeks what you wanna do?
Always talkin' coke and man I sold the most
'Til all my niggas broke Belaire Rose we toast
Always keep your word and keep your mama close
You ride for your brother teach your son the ropes
You never want it back a blessing get the most
That Rolex on your wrist don't let it cost your soul
Cost your soul cost your soul
M-M-Maybach Music
