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"Spineless (Big Ghost Ltd. Remix)" is a track by Benny the Butcher, from the album Trust the Sopranos: ’83 Miami Edition (Big Ghost LTD. Remix), released 1st September 2021. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Intro: Benny the Butcher] This shit only for us (These niggas don't know what none of this shit 'bout) You know who you is, nigga (You know what I have to do for this shit, nigga?), yo [Verse 1: Benny the Butcher] They surprised I visit my block still, gangster shit, you know how ops feel I'll have you duckin' hot shells, say they rich, how can I tell? Try to put my homies on game, it feel like I failed I'm tryna put us on the top shelf, nigga, and not jail I'm the one they locked in that cell, still, I did not tell Came through feelin' like L, the flow that rock bells They don't gotta give us our credit, we proud of ourselves My daughters won't grow up like me, we fathered ourselves This the typе of shit that I'm really on Forgive me for, fallin' out with friеnds I got too busy for Make me take the Rollie off, put the Richard Mille on This that respect you get when you put your city on, nigga And I'm countin' all the cash I could take, y'all at the bank I got a half a million dollar cash stashed outta state This for my one dawg that got a case I Christmas shop for your kids, get you a biz when you max out your date, ah [Interlude] Paulie Walnuts: Amazing thing about snakes, is that they reproduce spontaneously Tony Soprano: What do you mean? Paulie Walnuts: They have both male and female sex organs That's why somebody you don't trust, you call a snake How can you trust a guy who can literally go fuck themselves? Tony Soprano: Don't you think that expression would come from the Adam and Eve story? When the snake tempted Eve to bite the apple? Paulie Walnuts: Hey, snakes were fucking themselves long before Adam and Eve showed up, T [Verse 2: Ransom] I'm tryna hang it up but the street's callin' My man, he told the plug we need drugs but he see-sawin', I'm free fallin' Keep it real brief when I draw, I call that free ballin' You ain't got time to keep score if you're gon' keep scorin' Older niggas thought I was Peter Barnes I used to keep half a brick inside of a VCR (Facts) Downstate, I made the biggest niggas just leave the yard They wouldn't give me space so I can shine and be a star, delete ya bars Can't pay the plug if you broke, dawg (Nah) You'll never be a menace in these streets if you O-Dog Hear me out, you can't pay attention at no cost, just clear the house That name that you mentioned is folklore, the coke raw Got it out the mud Your cabinet is bare because you shoutin' out the cubs You jabbin' at the air like Tre poutin' 'bout a hub Watch who you love Because it'll never be a stranger that spill your blood, nigga
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