Benny the Butcher - La Mala Ordina Lyrics
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La Mala Ordina
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What Are The Lyrics For La Mala Ordina By Benny the Butcher?
The bags on the table ain't for weight
They for body parts Victim skin stretched across the wall Call it body art Bodies for the pile Bring 'em out stacked on the dolly cart Anybody out there ain't on drugs Yeah they should probably start (smoke somethin') This too real Talkin' bout your life's a movie when the party start (turn up) But you ain't pick a genre little bitch That wasn't hardly smart The script was shit Your third act really drags The structure falls apart So here the fixer comes Clipping limbs to serve them a-la carte The horror show was so wack You said you'd never go back But you standin' over the stove Talkin' bout you really know crack Crack is what a skull do So if someone gettin' brained That means it was nice to know you The spinal fluid a go-to To thicken the pot The clique out in the whip Whippin' the snot out A submissive 'til he shit blood You thought they was dickin' a thot You got your rap shit fucked up Match stick tucked up under the tongue Pour the oil, smell the sulfur, then you run I'm rollin' up in the back of a G wagon I'm always on G status .40 on my lap that's the heat package I'm from a hood where we beat rappers (beat those pussy as niggas) We way to grimey we don't see rappers (don't see y'all niggas) They 'sposed to be street but really they actors I really be with the jackers The one who be clappin' shit And pistol packing Niggas who really trappin' Cocaine selling With 60 in they mattress (Stacking nigga) And do it with passion This how these bitches be doing their lashes I hate niggas that sit on they asses (fuckin' hate y'all niggas) Always askin' But ain't making shit happen Get out of my way I'm craftin' We laughing Let me spark my matches Yo, I hope you niggas can jet 'Cause you dealing with a rapper That smoke contenders for rec Real dope boy I cook coke and interval Stretch diamonds right out of pot Everything invisible set, yeah Yeah, trunk got pies in it Disappeared in 5 minutes The plug took the team where We never been like Kawaii Leonard Tote straps, never smoked jack But go live wit it In my book that's dry snitchin' But that's only my opinion Gangsta's know Killers stay patient till he found something Chill but like a real estate agent When he house huntin' Rolex dial studded Feds say my time flooded Put another chain on my neck And I'mma drown from it El Padrino in an El Camino If you bitch, get a jive, switch And sell what's legal We might smile ear to ear But you can tell we evil These rap niggas dye their hair just to sell some singles The Butcher! Rock, paper, ice pick Nice trick, no homonym Cut outs from a magazine Make letters for your mom and them Who remember arts and crafts These killers is artisans With an arsenal to elevate your arteries Start again Rock, paper, zip tie That slow burn, that drip dry That fissures in your field of vision Make your world a fish-eye That round edge make it worser When the bubble burst you just cry Layed on the floor without a tongue trying to ask why Rock, paper, gunshot Passing out in some spots If you prefer the sweet life maybe you can die like gum drops Smooth and round and melting, if you're left out where the suns hot This the preferred method of smart killers and dumb cops |
Who Wrote La Mala Ordina By Benny the Butcher?
Daveed Diggs, Jeremie Pennick, Jonathan Snipes, William Hutson
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What's The Duration Of The La Mala Ordina By Benny the Butcher?The duration of La Mala Ordina is 5:46 minutes and seconds. |
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