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Artist: Tory Lanez
Album:  Memories Don't Die
Song:   Benevolent
Typed by: AZ Lyrics

Hey, you're watching One Umbrella TV
Lil fuckers, fuckers tryna fuck with me earlier
Pull up, pull up
Oh fuck
No, come here, cousin? Why boy?

Look, first off he was tellin' pussy niggas, story up
I was trappin' out in Brampton, my whole high school year, courted up
Man, H time in the Bando's all boarded up, still know it's us
Had a Benz coupe at 17, now it's Rolls Royce
When I'm rollin' up, I hit the beach for a brief day
South Beach on a leaf case, cash all in it and a nigga bring that shit to each state
Talkin' Miami to the peach state
Diddy to them bitches, sent them out for cheesecake
In a mission when I sent them niggas on a death wish for a piece day
Got a Rollie, Audemars Piguet, nigga, pete sakes
Now it's Richard Milles on the wrist, that's round half a mill for a clean face
Brick walls in a log house 'cause they put a nigga in a dog house
Some soul with it, I be still in it, if I logged out, man
Last night brought twin bitches to the twin tellies
Off of twin celly, had him lookin' like straight Meek Nelly in the strip deli
I still feel I seen it all, so shit niggas tell me ain't shit to tell me
I be in it for a long time, niggas still pass, homie, ain't shit could feel me
Uh, Pablo, my chick Tata
Nice breasts with the high thighs like KFC
Only thing missin' was the hot fries and the coco
Make warm but it's the coco
Brown skin on a black woman, only time I'm fuckin' with the cocos
Lil mama get stupider
Say she want all of me, that's a quarter me
What I'ma do with her?
My baby ma's so fuckin' lit, man, I wish there was two of her
I just put it in a new BMW 'cause the Lamborghini that I just copped not for the two of us
Don't get it twisted, if she come on tour then I gotta cop ma her own tour bus
Back and forth on a Rolls so much, I don't get to go home much
Lot of shit glowed up
Wrist lit, shit froze up
And we just gettin' to the, ah

So incredible, baby
This that type shit you just, you drop the wig on the donk
Look in the skies, say, "God's great"

Fell asleep in first class and woke in Dubai
Club whites, parkers, lookin' like Fourth of July
Instagram story clickin' tryna save the moment
Sexy woman sell the pussy but we ain't condone it
I woke up in the hospital at 2 P.M
Abudhabi club party, try do me in
Paramedic talkin', tell me in the ambulance
I could barely hear this nigga, just the ambiance
Plain face Richard Mille on my wrist
Last year I didn't even know that shit exists
Ayy, sheriff, put me on every watch, then I roll around
4 years ago, we were talkin' paddies, it's over now
Shout out my nigga Ed, deserve the greatest dude
Look at the Rollie like I'm in love with the shape of you
Brown face Presidential, Obama
Top floor of the truck, like I got no honour
I never said it though I kinda said it
I'm cruisin' through New York in a 9/11
Used to fuck Junie round 9/11
Fly nigga in the buildin' like 9/11
35 up at Gucci, nigga
Charlamagne say you stupid, nigga
Say I look a L, I never miss a win
Big bank, next day, did that shit again
Uh, screamin', "God's great"
Made another mill, sayin', "God's great"
The donk lookin' like a drop Wraith
Copped the car cash, nigga, for the cop face
Uh, legit, baby
We always wanted to be it, baby
Shit, well this is it, baby
Uh, Fargo, this is it, baby