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"Jackpot (feat. ElCamino)" is a track by Benny the Butcher, from the album A Friend of Ours, released 31st May 2018. The track is 3:30 long. It's filed under Hip-Hop. Full lyrics are available below.
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Uh (Yo), woo (Yeah) I like this Hit that light for me, yeah (Woo) My nigga 'Tronzy, Patronzy Grrt, yo, yo, yo, yo We lost niggas (Lost niggas), pour liquor That's more swishers (Roll up, nigga) We known for lettin' them go, call us The four-fiffers (Doot, doot, doot, doot) Run up in your spot, they call us the door kickers Or we could have a party just long as There's whores with us (With us bitches) I'm speakin' to the big, jet ski's and four-wheelers (Skrrt) Pop a couple spades, I might let you ball with us Hit a couple stains, nothin' personal, all business (All business) Spin my name up and now I'm on verses with raw niggas I be lettin' off (Doot), and on myself I probably bet it all (I probably bet it all) Your bitch crib, I get my nut and then I'm jettin' off (Skrrt) Your bitch don't respect you, to me That says it all (That says it all) I sold a little everything, I think I bled it all (I think I bled it all) I'm prayin' for my niggas sellin' Fentanyl (Send a prayer to my niggas) And rest in peace to all my niggas dead and gone (Dead and gone) Yeah (Talk to that shit, The Butcher comin', nigga) I said rest in peace to all my niggas (Look) I get dressed, put on my shoes, nah, my hammer was first Bulletproof the whip I used to take my grandma to church I went gram for gram with the work, hand to hand on the first Everybody who hatin' now was a fan of us first (Facts) Look, underdog, what? (What?) What you wanna bet? Let's put a hundred more up, nigga Let's do it), the summer all us (Nigga) I'm in two whips, one a Tahoe, one a tour bus Got so many straps with us, we could start a war up (Brrt, brrt) It's a real safe hazard if you still yay traffic Show where that money comin' from, still pay taxes The IRS comin' and they seal fake faster Start a business in a building that you still make racks in I learned from my losses (Losses) Stripes I earned from the bosses (Bosses) Whippin' deuces 'til them hoopties turn into Porsches I curve bitches often, lies, I heard bitches talkin' How she mines, I send a text back, these bird bitches stalkin' (What?) You gotta be careful, these hoes think they fancy (Fancy) I just want my dick sucked, she wanna start a family She average, get her taxes and go to Miami With this kind of status, I'll probably go to the GRAMMYs (Ooh) I know niggas hate me (I know they do) , I came out the trenches (Trenches) On some new shit but some way soundin' vintage (Uh) PayPal or credit (Credit), send that cake out, I'll send it (I will) I'm the real definition how you stay down and get it I'll be the next Nasir if they judge the star skill Got your bitch in the middle, Times Square, Lauryn Hill Told her my phone was dead, she wrote her number on the bill Off-White paint on my jacket look like a spill Niggas played last year (Uh-huh), but watch the price shoot up (Yeah) All black entourage dressed just like shooters (Grrt) You spend your life with her, me, I give a night to her (Nigga) 'Cause Drake told these bitches they don't gotta be nice to us Thousand grams on the plate, that's what my preference was So I had interviews with connects and not the Breakfast Club, facts He told me twenty-six, it was thirty before that I hurried and scored that, you was dirty before rap, nigga, ah Black Soprano niggas tie you up The Butcher Black Soprano niggas tie you up That's word to my Butcher Black Soprano niggas Black Soprano niggas Black Soprano niggas tie you up Black Soprano niggas tie you up I got another bag to go get out in Belize I got another bag to go get Black Soprano niggas tie you up I got another bag to go get The.40 on my hip as I proceed
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