Got a b#tch from tokyo, she ride me like a rodeo, might pass her to my homie tho, i’m certified they call me lover boy, got a beretta this ain’t no toy, b#tch this a mac, talking down you get a smack, jordan 4s call that a black cat
1 in 10, 10 in 1 b#tch i’m in the f#ckin’ stars, smoke so much gas feelin like i’m in the planet mars, smoke you like a blunt, b#tch i’m still on that money hunt, b#tch pay up that’s your rent for the f#ckin’ month, you be lagging behind i be in the front
Dress in that 1k fit, b#tch you call that f#ckin’ drip, i don’t like these b#tches they be swearing on their f#cking sh#t
Wanna fight i got a clip, big #ss sword b#tch i equip, hoe give me that lip, if i don’t like you then imma grip
Don’t even trip, lsd hit your brain, did you even trip? i might even flip, tonka call that a whip, even a spaceship
Balenciaga ima rock that sh#t, chrome hearts b#tch i rock that sh#t, you should just quit, 20:20 split, i just fell into a pitt, mike amiri sh#t
If i call that b#tch, i can’t tell even which, she might even snitch, but where i got that b#tch
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Benshi Lyrics – Tokyo