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"Pandoras (feat. ElCamino & Duckman)" is a track by Benny the Butcher, from the album Summertime Butch 2, released 15th July 2025. The track is 2:49 long. It's filed under Hip-Hop. Full lyrics are available below.
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Big BSF shit Summertime Butch These are the real Sopranos Yeah, they tried to box me out, they couldn't box me in You swing a fist my way and never box again (Never) Uh, my man movin' weird, shit, we opps again Thought we was of the same cloth, but we opposite (Different) I had to place my dog on the watch 'em list Your moms ain't gotta spend a dime out her pocketbook You dwellin' on when you showed me my first rocket, but Who rolled with you when you got your first rocket took? You ain't really even know how to cock it, look Ain't know how to take the clip out the socket, but You gotta take this bitch off safety first You ain't really even know how to pop it, look We was young niggas, but we wasn't dumb with it You jump in the streets, you take whatever come with it, huh You find out what work best for you and run with it (Run with it) Then pass it off to the streets when you done with it, uh (When you done with it) Ayy, this is a moment for niggas Trappin' and actually makin' it happen I used to run through so many boats, they call me the captain They used to want me dead, couldn't give 'em the satisfaction Told my label, "Don't trip, I don't talk it, I'm with the action" I remember I was fucked up, tuckin' my last Jackson Got a front from the migo and played this shit ass backwards (Damn) Sent the box twice and lost it, that's bad practice (Damn) Turn a one to a three with the boy, that's black magic Let my auntie test the work and she said it was fantastic Now we runnin' through the wops, more chops than you could imagine I'm back at it, I flip chickens, I'm athletic My dog wanna backdoor the plug, but I won't let him (No) Dior fetish, I pray we all get more lettuce Point me to the pape' and we run it, Jerome Bettis Money long beyond measure, know my mind made up I spent fifty on this Rollie, know my time made up, yeah I'm from the Eastside, the hood with The notorious name (East End, nigga) Spent my first couple years just explorin' the game As shorties, we took cans to the store for change (Remember that?) Now these jewels on my bag worth four and some change (Nigga) For five years, I had these niggas playin' follow the leader I left the keys at the crib like a responsible drinker (Ah) Seen my homie take a brick, then cut it down with Benita I'm with the man that make the dog, it's like I know the breeder And everybody can't go, but I still try to save a few (I do) Bro said the streets need me more than the label do (You right) I spit game, look at the stats of the niggas I gave it to I keep you on the right track like your guardian angel do Big whips, big watch, big ring on my finger too BSF chain, I fuck her so hard that it came aloose (My shit came off) Teeth on the chopstick look like a saber tooth (Ah) And just 'cause y'all say it on records don't make it true BSF, nigga, ah The gangsta way
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