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Kiss Me Like You Miss Me lyrics - Benzino (feat. Bobby V)

[Hook:]

Girl kiss me like you love me

You know that I want you to

Kiss me like you miss me

I been gone for so long

Can't wait to get my hands on you (Girl)

Kiss me like you miss me (Ohhh)

Hang out when you turn up

Maybe who you turn up for

Kiss me like you miss me

Now you got me right here

You ain't got to wait no more

Kiss me like you miss me

Kiss me like you miss me

Let me hear that some more

Now pull out them vickis

You could lay it on the floor

Got a whole bunch of [?]

And that granddaddy [?]

Take a piece of this Bently

Let your hair down and twirl

Go ahead and go shopping

Just get me something too

And I really show out

But I really want you

I see that look in your eyes

Since I been away

It's been hard to take

Yeah girl it's written on your face

Make, making cheese got to tour the globe

Look, know I hate to leave but I got go

In this bag yo my precious princess

To all these presents gift wrapped

As long as when I get back

You..

[Hook:]

Girl kiss me like you love me

You know that I want you to

Kiss me like you miss me

I been gone for so long

Can't wait to get my hands on you (Girl)

Kiss me like you miss me (Ohhh)

Hang out where you turn up

And maybe who you turn up for

Kiss me like you miss me

Now you got me right here

You ain't got to wait no more

Kiss me like you miss me

Now lets go red bottoms shopping

Kusama Louis Vuitton

Yeah you know that's not a problem

You could get what you want

And no planning on stopping

It's me and you so what

And looking at your butt

Got me thinking you the one

Shorty turn up body firm

Palisades worker, I swear

Hot girl, fire burner

Pretty face, skinny waist with the low hair

Spin the globe, pick a place, we can go there

Oh yeah, talk about vacation

This for all them days when you was waiting impatient, muahh

Kiss like me mean it

If you listen to it while you dreaming

You could hear bobby be singing noww..

[Hook:]

Girl kiss me like you love me

You know that I want you to

Kiss me like you miss me

I been gone for so long

Can't wait to get my hands on you (Girl)

Kiss me like you miss me (Ohhh)

Hang out where you turn up

And maybe who you turn up for

Kiss me like you miss me

Now you got me right here

You ain't got to wait no more

Kiss me like you miss me

You know what I need

Kiss me like you miss me

To put your lips on me

Kiss me like miss me

Ohhhh

[Hook:]

Girl kiss me like you love me

You know that I want you to

Kiss me like you miss me

I been gone for so long

Can't wait to get my hands on you (Girl)

Kiss me like you miss me (Ohhh)

Hang out where you turn up

And maybe who you turn up for

Kiss me like you miss me

Now you got me right here

You ain't got to wait no more

Kiss me like you miss me

Rap Elvis (Eminem Diss Pt. 2) lyrics - Benzino

Rock & Roll was a black thing until Elvis came and made it different (Okay)

You can't self sustain, you too selfish, wait and listen (What)

You keep saying my name you put yourself in this position

This what happens when the Celtics play the Pistons (Swish)

I was minding my business (Huh), you wasn't making any type of noise these days

So a choice was made, clout chase Benzino and Coi Leray

You still in your annoying phase (Wow)

Ay, what do you call it when a man that stans Stan, is a Stan, help me coin the phrase (Ha ha ha)

I am the culture, you don't even be around

You don't even come outside, you don't even see your town

Icewear Vezzo said "Yo, Em don't be showin' the city love"

Why you ain't got no words for him, huh? He in your city, bruh

I wonder why, we wanna see, just say something please

Couldn't be possibly that you ain't really from them streets

I was born and raised in my city (Bean Town!), you shouldn't come for me

I don't know where you from, let's say Missouri loves company (Hah)

I'm probably more Detroit than you 'cause these real niggas know me

I was with YBI in '86, yeah, that's my OG's (Ohh wee)

4 corners, Columbia point

My young boys had the Mo Z's on Dexter with the Bomb Boys close to me (Okay)

Okay, you found 50, and you put on five Detroit niggas

Rest in peace to the best one, the rest of them sound iffy

So let's go down your stable (Okay)

Gunn left your label (Uh huh)

Benny left your label (That's right)

Con' left your label (Ah)

Royce left your label, Joe Budden left your label (Damn)

Ortiz left your label, know Crooked I couldn't save you (Nah)

Yelawolf been out here floppin' and where the hell Ca$his at though? (Where he at?)

Heard from Obie Trice only twice and not a word from Stat Quo (Not a word)

With all them false lines that you pitched them

Shady Records sound like less of a name and more like a description (Stop it)

Chain here, a feature there, beside of that, what did he do?

And why this cat don't get the type criticism that Diddy do?

Huh, y'all see what all this corny rap shit do to you?

Since you so Hip-Hop, you should've went to Nipsey's funeral (Wow)

If you support 50, then why ain't you go to Smoke funeral?

And now you spittin' gun bars, boy, I really throw two in you

Talk about "I catch a stray", you pull it and squeeze

I've been shot multiple times, what's a bullet to me?

Lookin at me, trust my process I am here to crook in these streets

You missing season like you rookie Embiid ('Zino)

You call our women black bitches then play the victim when there's distrust

You keep using the art form that we created to diss us

They try to rewrite history make you Elvis of Hip-Hop

But in stores Slim should be on the shelves next to Slipknot

You say you come from battle rap, but why don't you support none of these battle cats? (Why?)

Drake be at these smack events, where your ass was at? (Ohhhh)

Room full of hood niggas back to back and it's action packed (Yea)

And a pop rapper smack dab in the middle, imagine that

Last time you battled, shit was like 22 years ago, vs Marv Won

What was the outcome of that match up? Marv won (I swear)

You been afraid, you ain't no renegade, fam

And you duck my clipper blades 'cause you ain't with the fade, fam

Me, you and Royce can box, 2 on 1, y'all get the same hands

I'm in the trench with Ray Bands, so when I lift them, they land

I been a made man, you little mangy minute made man

And I'm pissin' all in your Lyrical Lemonade stand (Owww)

My nigga Young Zee dissed you (Ay)

Miilkbone dissed you (Ay)

Last Emperor dissed you (Uh huh)

Pacewon dissed you (Okay)

Real lyricists but you ain't go back at them did you? (Never)

'Cause you would rather battle pop stars to get your issue

You like to pick the low hanging fruit let's get this clear

You dissed Elton John, your mom, your ex, Britney Spears

You dissed Lana Del Ray, fam, Moby, Iggy

Not Iguodala, the white broad, is you shittin' me? (C'mon, man)

Will Smith, Nick Cannon, Insane Clown Posse (What)

A retired Joe Budden, when I tell a lie stop me (Stop me)

Machine Gun Kelly (Okay), that boy damn near whipped you (What)

Come on, dawg, how Vanilla Ice gon' diss you? (How that go)

If you thought giraffe bars was hard you really need to grow up (Stop it)

You just plain Eminem, you ain't got no nuts, huh?

This shit 'bout to get really dark on you (What)

Get them dogs on you, to bark on you, dog on you, dog

Soon as you log on, you got 'em locked on you

Like the laws on you (What)

Soon as your thoughts dawned on you

There's a problem on your hands now 'cause I got it solved on you (Right)

Don't make me fuckin' call Benzino dog on you

I am really outside and this recluse need to get out more

I run the outdoors (What?) and I can vouch for, anyone that been down, I can account for

And how about your mind will finally be off of my neck when my hands squeeze around yours (Motherfucker)

The Bigger Picture lyrics - Benzino

I'm breaking bread with you

Counting money sitting in the bed with you

And all I wanted was to be your nigga

All I wanted was the bigger picture

I ain't seen her in a minute

Had me in my feelings I admit it

Shit to complicated really I ain't tripping

Had me counting all the days that you missing

Drove her down, hot chick, some dressed model bitch

Designer drip, balenciagas, on the carpet

Too many racks I don't really need a wallet

And I'm finna take her off the market

Throw the bands up in demon

Posting pictures where we going for the weekend

She peep the VV now we got the pussy leaking

I'm in my feelings dealing with my demons

I'm breaking bread with you

Counting money sitting in the bed with you

And all I wanted was to be your nigga

All I wanted was the bigger picture

I ain't seen her in a minute

Had me in my feelings I admit it

Shit to complicated really I ain't tripping

Had me counting all the days that you missing

Top down, bottoms [?], working back for the money

Popping out in the mazi 100 racks for that body

Fuck them bitches it's just me and you forever

Get these millions then we spend that shit together

Throw the bands up in demon

Posting pictures where we going for the weekend

She peep the VV now we got the pussy leaking

I'm in my feelings dealing with my demons

I'm breaking bread with you

Counting money sitting in the bed with you

And all I wanted was to be your nigga

All I wanted was the bigger picture

I ain't seen her in a minute

Had me in my feelings I admit it

Shit to complicated really I ain't tripping

Had me counting all the days that you missing

Vulturius (Eminem Diss) lyrics - Benzino

Yo, Eminem should be called Skittles

Sweet ass muh'fucka

Candy-ass Eminem, bitch-ass Feminine

Mad he lack melanin, all Valium'd up again

Aw, shit, here we go, Benzino vs Jim Crow

Know a custy when I see one, how many times you overdose?

Cracker on crack who rap, but hate black in this show

Invade our culture then insult us, time you get exposed

Lil' ho, this Mariah, Christina, Michael, or Britney?

What kinda fuck go to war with people dancin' and singin'?

Don't fuck with 50, and keep it a buck, you ain't tough

Your baby mom could get a bag like how Cassy did Puff

If they read your lyrics in the court like they did Young Thug

From the drugs, choppin' her up, corpse in the trunk

You a punk, plan my funeral, please, you shoot who?

Square ain't even go circle the block for Proof

And the truth, my daughter had a life that I never had

I'm prob'ly more Boston George than America's Dad

But I provide it, food, clothes, gifts kept you excited

Now you let the industry really lynch, keep us divided

But back when I got indicted in and out of court fightin'

You was in a pretty home with something foreign to ride in

Of course I tell you hate your father he could never find his

Trailer park swine bitch, shit, you're miserable and you're 'lone

And we think that they cloned you

You look weird, don't care how much Just For Men they put on you

Never seen with a girl, never seen with a bitch

But got a song "What If I Was Gay" with Joyner Lucas

Wetin Dey Sup? lyrics - Benzino

Yeah

Yeah yeah

Na Zino dey talk

Benzino go sue you for damages (damages)

Oh my God

Watin dey sup (watin dey sup)

Na Zino dey talk (na Zino dey talk)

I make the beat (I make the beat)

And I am rapping on top (and I am rapping on top)

I don stop to smoke (I don stop to smoke)

I been do tramadol (I been do tramadol)

Pussy dey sweet but the money is sweeter

I want a Benz (I want a Benz)

I want a porch (I want a porch)

I want ice on my neck (Ice ice)

Cause the feeling is cooler (cooler)

I am schooling your game (schooling your game)

But you don't understand

Its a hell of a night yeah like school boy Q my Nigga

Pain after pain is gain

So I dey grind every day

I no wan go work invain

Make the money come my way

I no wan go pop champagne

And blow all the money away

If I go broke today nobody go reason my face

Them say the money they change me

I look and laugh away

I no dey hustle every day just to remain the same

You better watch and pray and grind hard every day

Them say Philippines no dey pay

But my guy dey collet ever day (true)

Smell good when I pass you

With my new ring, new shoes

DEVILISH thoughts all around me

So don't let the fake smile fool you

Homies gonna say they get you

Your niggas gonna say they get you

But when you go need them the most

That's when you gon realize that only You got You

Yes them want to see you good

But they hate to see you better

And when you fight to be great

Them gon send you back to the gutter

You got to keep on fighting

Keep your head up brother

Because the road is not for the swift

But consistency my brother

Trade the naira for the dollar

Gang gang I am a baller

And my team is getting bigger

The bank account longer

This here is no once upon a time

This really happen for real Duncan mighty tell me pray for a miracle, a Aconuche and that's what it is.

Na him be the wisdom

Na him be the wisdom

Na him be the wisdom (wisdom)

It comes from the lord

It comes from the lord

It comes from the lord (God)

Na him be the wisdom

Na him be the wisdom

Na him be the wisdom (wisdom)

It comes from the lord

It comes from the lord

It comes from the lord (God)

I am the type of nigga

Counting hundred figure

Gang gang yeah I swear I have got killers

F with me I leave your fucking face disfigured

Skin don dey low and my eyes don dey red

Wake up for night and I grind for my life

Writing my rhymes and I am felling the beat

No one around so I ginner myself

And I look in the mirror and say.

Watin dey sup (watin dey sup, watin dey sup, watin dey sup)

Na Zino dey talk (zino dey talk, zino dey talk, zino dey talk)

I make the beat (I make the beat)

And I am rapping on top (I am rapping on top)

I don stop to smoke (I don stop to smoke)

I been do tramadol

Before before.

One take

Watin dey sup

Na zino dey talk

Na zino dey talk