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Back Again - Benny the Butcher & Snoop Dogg
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Back Again Benny the Butcher & Snoop Dogg

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Back Again - Benny the Butcher & Snoop Dogg
[Intro: Benny the Butcher]
Like a—, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
The Butcher comin', nigga

[Verse 1: Benny the Butcher]
Ain't nothin' like that first M, feel like I'm going on my second life
At times, I was staring down the barrel
I had to get my mind right and drive like Andretti
'Cause the further you go, the road to riches gon' get narrow
This like y'all niggas third notice, I won't say it four times
Lawn at my crib like a basketball court size
Six or seven years, I've been runnin' shit and just getting started
Think about it, a nigga really might be all-time

[Chorus: Snoop Dogg & Benny the Butcher]
Y'all know how I do this shit, gangstas back in this bitch again
Them gangstas back in this bitch again
I might throw on every chain, we push back to back foreigns like parades
It feel good to see some real niggas win, don't it?
Y'all know how I do this shit, gangstas back in this bitch again
Them gangstas back in this bitch again
I'm sendin' pics to my niggas, throwin' parties on yachts
Get a block, make another mill' and spend that shit again

[Verse 2: Benny the Butcher]
Uh-huh, used to be a no-good stick up kid, traded that for a pot
Now when I bring that up, y'all getting sensitive
Ignoring me, telling a story along the premises
Of us finally finishing, turning that into businesses
Oh well, still talking coke sales
One brick, two brick equal what my show sell
Money in a suitcase like Deal or No Deal
I was good with no deal, told you I did wholesale
It's like, one city, too much hate, three legends foresaw it
'Fore all this happened, I can picture myself war touring
Used to want a Ford Taurus, now I got like four foreigns
I've been playing soulful shit, listening to more Lauryn
Trap house the warehouse, I smoke all this gas like
My lungs I don't care about, my condo won't air out
I built this off classics, what happened? These rappers
They get off too easy, to me it's just madness, but fuck it
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