G-unit - Big Body Benz lyrics

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G-unit - Big Body Benz lyrics

[Intro: Kidd Kidd] Remember when n***a used to pay bingo? Like yo man, bingo man, that's my call for real [Verse 1: Kidd Kidd] k**as don't have no conscience Blat, won't think about it Trap up in them houses Rats, they Mickey Mouses Gats up in their trousers Ma came in and gave me a slap Said she found all that crack under her couches I can't sleep, Fred Kruger in my dreams Call n***as a machines, all ya'll work for me And I'd rather work a triple beam than at Burger King Rob you for your bling bling, give me all your ching ching Flip your pockets from your jeans, make sure I got everything Before I leave, life's a b**h, and we just havin' a fling Man this chrome is like a phone, better answer it when it rings Let it ring 'til it click, empty clip You can smell me and see I've been through some sh** With my clique Timbs on, rider game Now these hoes gon' ride the dick It's because of street fame these b**hes know what it is They gone say I'm doing my thing when I pull up in that six Lord knows [Hook: Kidd Kidd] x2 All I ever wanted was a big body Benz, big body Benz All I ever wanted was a big body Benz, big body Benz (And a clean set of rims) [Verse 2: 50 Cent] Pushin' coke and bought them Regals and them large DeVilles Then they got them (?) b**hes, I'm like this for real? This me, I want that big Benz with the emblem in the grill Start packin' the steel, lettin' n***as know the deal I want that sh** so bad, start thinkin' 'who I got to k**?' That's how a n***a feel when we out there in the field That Glock was pumpin', paper comin', how can n***as chill? Barrel (?) gold teeth, put gold all in my grill Shoot out sh**, I rob your b**h, I use her as a shield sh** look at the wheels, whooo look at the wheels Chrome two piece Lorenzos got me lookin' like a mil Peace called, if you wanna talk then later we can build [Hook] [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] Sittin' back in my new AMG, smokin' with (?) 15 Golden wrist, few pounds of green Park this sh**, shoot down your teams Now it seems, oh so clear to Beems Oh so dope, I lean f** you mean? Lucky that you breathe Choke the leaf Focus through my new designer lens Tell her not her friends Beaucoup dollars spent, (?) line 'em in (?) time and win I'm on top again You gone chop me off and 'scuse me out Boosted you about, front, them Rugers out Face the sword, no risk, no reward Peace talk won't go no where, gets ignored Price you can't afford, white man at your courts Get you more, right here like before Seen it all my life sh** and like this Come back filthy rich, still not guilty b**h [Hook] [Outro]

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