Peewee Longway - Mr. Blue Benjamin lyrics

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Peewee Longway - Mr. Blue Benjamin lyrics

[Chorus x2] She just gon' eat it up Valentino sneaker, I'm in fatigue 4 gram blunts of the California weed She can just see the street n***a in me Mr. Blue Benjamin 10 pack of gas yeah that sh** nothing but profit, I f** up on watches Mr. Blue Benjamin 10 pack of gas yeah that sh** nothing but profit, I f** up on thotties Mr. Blue Benjamin, 2 face the bill Sky-Dweller Rollie they blue face, the hill Searching for the narcs she can pull up on the hill House full of vultures and they clutching on the steel Moms chasing me feel like I'm Brandon and them I'm done with Blue M&M, call me Mr. Blue Benjamin [?] molly dynamite what they boot in the trenches F-F-f** 12, bust a whole pint on they feet Noisey Atlanta gon' have me right there with Meech Mr. Blue Benjamin, now I own the streets All of my b**hes freaky, my money neat b**h that ain't no secret! She ask me am I'm geeked up, b**h I might be Do the right thing like Spike Lee Do bout my dealer got tigers on both feet Street n***a, that the way the b**h say that she notice me Longway, b**h! [Chorus x2] She just gon' eat it up Valentino sneaker, I'm in fatigue 4 gram blunts of the California weed She can just see the street n***a in me Mr. Blue Benjamin 10 pack of gas yeah that sh** nothing but profit, I f** up on watches Mr. Blue Benjamin 10 pack of gas yeah that sh** nothing but profit, I f** up on thotties Ten pack of gas, I go big on a thot Presidential ultra-pure, they 10 pack on the yacht [?] got my front pocket sloppy toppy notch Mr. Blue Benjamin when you come to cash out Valentino alligator stepping on the crocodile Grabbing on my dick when I'm dabbin it 10 pack on a thot, yeah I'm having it Real street n***a still trapping out the cabin, street sh** Break it down, digital scale, and then we bag it up Throw on Givinchys, stepping on b**hes, they gon eat it up Hopping out that Mr. [?] Taylor for my feet up Tussing that, pour deuces in a 2-liter Valentino sneaker, they sharper just like my reefer I got the b**hes that say they that I like Queen Latifah Mr. Blue Benjamin in the kitchen with fajitas I break out the dab, big homie sharper than a needle Longway, b**h! [Chorus x2] She just gon eat it up Valentino sneaker, I'm in fatigue 4 gram blunts of the California weed She can just see the street n***a in me Mr. Blue Benjamin 10 pack of gas yeah that sh** nothing but profit, I f** up on watches Mr. Blue Benjamin 10 pack of gas yeah that sh** nothing but profit, I f** up on thotties [x2] Mr. Blue Benjamin 10 pack of gas yeah that sh** nothing but profit, I f** up on watches Mr. Blue Benjamin 10 pack of gas yeah that sh** nothing but profit, I f** up on thotties