Jarren Benton

Jarren Benton - Hallelujah lyrics

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Feat. SwizZz

Bitch we gotta popping nigga

Hallelujah!

I woke up feeling great nigga

Hallelujah!

Came up out the dumps nigga

Hallelujah!

You know we getting to it nigga

Hallelujah!

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

Came up out the dumps nigga

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

Y’all don’t want these boys to bring them problems to you

Yeah, benton season

Getting sloppy toppy while I’m sipping resonant

Foreign hoes, or North Korean, that’s Kato’s sister

Bitch I’m sicker than Adolf Hitler, the King gonna lift you

Pain in the ass like an anal blister

I kill a rapper, let the angels get you

Then I walk around and just strangle niggas

Ain’t your only one, nigga I hold guns, the arms are the sword is sure gun

Absorbing protons, distorting organs

My dick is four tons, fucking moron

I’m fucking for blood, the fork in your lungs

One abortion, that’s un-afforded

My daddy left us like a fucking orphan

Get Casper, crashing and the Aston Martin

Yeah, that’s Aston Martin

Word to Tommy, call Pam’s and Martins

Smoking space rocks with a band of martins

Eat everything cuz this grass is starving

And if it’s 3 stripes then I’mma probably copy it

Your bread short like Polly Pocket

You weak nigga, you should probably stop it

When your fasting money we gonna probably profit

Don’t fuck with me, then I’ll fuck with y’all

Niggas praying on my downfall

I duke at niggas, shut with fire ball

Out my palm, I bust through the fire wall

Free my nigga Thick James bitch

I’m always on that Rick James shit

This FV, we set the trends with all your fuck boys on that same shit

Bitch we gotta popping nigga

Hallelujah!

I woke up feeling great nigga

Hallelujah!

Came up out the dumps nigga

Hallelujah!

You know we getting to it nigga

Hallelujah!

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

Came up out the dumps nigga

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

Y’all don’t want these boys to bring them problems to you

Hallelujah, fucking loser

Howdy Jarred, toss me the ruger

I scrub my ass with a purple loofa

I got a few cucumbers inside my juicers

So hey girl, come take a sip of this shit

When you done kiss the tip of my dick, yah

Like it or love it, I’m rushing, I’m busting

My head gets better then sick

5 0 I am on the grind, fuck is on your mind

Hear I’m talking but I ain’t got time, my girl left but that’s find

Nobody’s tripping you make the decision

Wait till I catch the new nigga slipping

Thought I told you shit now is different

I pop a automatic, now inching,

Holding it steady, ready, let me get lose

This is something I do daily

Too many people going crazy,

Losing they minds so I strap on my safety

Yea, I bun this shit down

You see where I’m going, so now you start to come around

Fuck you, you had your shot

Now sit back and witness, I climb to the top bitch

Shut the fuck up, I’m paranoid and I’m buzzing

My homies now, I can’t trust ‘em

Betrayal’s now the new custom

The pain is deep but I’m accustomed

At the end of the day I still love them

No space for hate in my heart, that can wait in the dark

Funk volume, we coming

Hallelujah!

Bitch we gotta popping nigga

Hallelujah!

I woke up feeling great nigga

Hallelujah!

Came up out the dumps nigga

Hallelujah!

You know we getting to it nigga

Hallelujah!

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

Came up out the dumps nigga

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

Y’all don’t want these boys to bring them problems to you

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