Corrección Letra War Paint par BENNY THE BUTCHER

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Ah
The Butcher comin', n***a
You know, n***as be talkin' like this sh*t overnight
I spent 'bout two thousand nights in the cells
So I'm like, which night y'all n***as talkin' about?
Griselda
Uh
Hit-Boy

Congratulate me now, all this paper gon' change me how?
Fly n***a, all these diamond chains just weigh me down
A broke n***a not my lady's style
True grit worth to f**k me, count up and try this Mercedes 'round
No emotions, I mastered pain with what we smokin'
Raw made hustlers on my block stars like Billy Ocean
Dope money, if the alphabet boys knew what we grossin'
I'd have a bedroom in Folsom, but I'm off shorе, toastin'
Besides rap, we got you rеspectin' the business
I left the dope game with stripes, y'all left with opinions
We washed the money clean, the only thing left is forgiveness
But how could I? Can't sh*t fix the death of a sibling
Loadin' up my straps again, them folks done plugged the wall against my back again
War paint on me like them Africans
They wanna know my net worth, they guessin' is I'm stackin' it
Add a few more zeroes or those numbers is inaccurate
Griselda, n***a

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