Bitch we lit
On the interstate
Headed outta state
W my niggas
In a sprinter w some hoes
Boutta ditch em
Them is old
Boutta switch em
Get some mo'
Who we is then
We dem dogs
Gettin digits
Money go around my circle
Spinning like a fidget
Louis v bags filled w franklins
This bitch heavy weigh a midget
My circle started off big
Then it got it real small
Thankful that the lord
Let the real ones stay
Let the fake ones go
Only family on my boat
Eating lumbi n some goat
I'm the best of all time
I'm the greatest of all time
I'm already past ya prime and
I ain't make it to my prime
I'm a favorite of our God
I'm the humble young star
Why you hating why you mad
Cuz I'm Superman
Imma name my son Zod
Find his mama in the club
Imma put box braids in my hair and
Rock a Louis wrap
W a fendi belt
And Versace shades
And some Gucci slides
And a white tee
Do you feel me mane
Do you feel me mane
Reppin Haiti TIL I die
Imma Haitian to the bone
Never ever will I lie
Pound for pound to my Zoe
Puerto Rican Bori baby
Getting blessings on the daily
I could feel it
I feel it in my soul
They say keep it on the low
Ain't nobody gotta know
I say f*ck that
Baby kick in front door
Waving 4-4
Tell em we here
If u pussy u better run
Do it for a real one
Rest In Peace my grandfather
Hope you see what we've done
We going so hard
We gonna go so damn harder
We gonna need a new goal
Like we kickin n we Ronaldo
FIFA on my f*ckin sneaker
Goin hard like American football
This ain't Europe this shit soccer
Spit on ya bitch on her clitoris
Disrespectful numba 9
Just like rondo
F*ck a fine
Let you know
I speak my mind
We could fight
Or you could die
Ain't no
Fair ones when we ride
Suck a dick
Bitch we lit
On the interstate
Headed outta state
W my niggas
In a sprinter w some hoes
Boutta ditch em
Them is old
Boutta switch em
Get some mo'
Who we is then
We dem dogs
Gettin digits
Money go around my circle
Spinning like a fidget
Louis v bags filled w franklins
This bitch heavy weigh a midget
My circle started off big
Then it got it real small
Thankful that the lord
Let the real ones stay
Let the fake ones go
Only family on my boat
Eating lumbi n some goat
I'm the best of all time
I'm the greatest of all time
I'm already past ya prime and
I ain't make it to my prime
I'm a favorite of our God
I'm the humble young star
Why you hating why you mad
Cuz I'm Superman
Imma name my son zod
Find his Mama in the club
Imma put box braids in my hair and
Rock a Louis wrap
W a fendi belt
And Versace shades
And some Gucci slides
And a white tee
Do you feel me mane
Do you feel me mane
Hotboy Benji Blanko - Interstate Lyrics
Hotboy Benji Blanko - Interstate Lyrics
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Bitch we lit
On the interstate
Headed outta state
W my niggas
In a sprinter w some hoes
Boutta ditch em
Them is old
Boutta switch em
Get some mo'
Who we is then
We dem dogs
Gettin digits
Money go around my circle
Spinning like a fidget
Louis v bags filled w franklins
This bitch heavy weigh a midget
My circle started off big
Then it got it real small
Thankful that the lord
Let the real ones stay
Let the fake ones go
Only family on my boat
Eating lumbi n some goat
I'm the best of all time
I'm the greatest of all time
I'm already past ya prime and
I ain't make it to my prime
I'm a favorite of our God
I'm the humble young star
Why you hating why you mad
Cuz I'm Superman
Imma name my son Zod
Find his mama in the club
Imma put box braids in my hair and
Rock a Louis wrap
W a fendi belt
And Versace shades
And some Gucci slides
And a white tee
Do you feel me mane
Do you feel me mane
Reppin Haiti TIL I die
Imma Haitian to the bone
Never ever will I lie
Pound for pound to my Zoe
Puerto Rican Bori baby
Getting blessings on the daily
I could feel it
I feel it in my soul
They say keep it on the low
Ain't nobody gotta know
I say f*ck that
Baby kick in front door
Waving 4-4
Tell em we here
If u pussy u better run
Do it for a real one
Rest In Peace my grandfather
Hope you see what we've done
We going so hard
We gonna go so damn harder
We gonna need a new goal
Like we kickin n we Ronaldo
FIFA on my f*ckin sneaker
Goin hard like American football
This ain't Europe this shit soccer
Spit on ya bitch on her clitoris
Disrespectful numba 9
Just like rondo
F*ck a fine
Let you know
I speak my mind
We could fight
Or you could die
Ain't no
Fair ones when we ride
Suck a dick
Bitch we lit
On the interstate
Headed outta state
W my niggas
In a sprinter w some hoes
Boutta ditch em
Them is old
Boutta switch em
Get some mo'
Who we is then
We dem dogs
Gettin digits
Money go around my circle
Spinning like a fidget
Louis v bags filled w franklins
This bitch heavy weigh a midget
My circle started off big
Then it got it real small
Thankful that the lord
Let the real ones stay
Let the fake ones go
Only family on my boat
Eating lumbi n some goat
I'm the best of all time
I'm the greatest of all time
I'm already past ya prime and
I ain't make it to my prime
I'm a favorite of our God
I'm the humble young star
Why you hating why you mad
Cuz I'm Superman
Imma name my son zod
Find his Mama in the club
Imma put box braids in my hair and
Rock a Louis wrap
W a fendi belt
And Versace shades
And some Gucci slides
And a white tee
Do you feel me mane
Do you feel me mane
On the interstate
Headed outta state
W my niggas
In a sprinter w some hoes
Boutta ditch em
Them is old
Boutta switch em
Get some mo'
Who we is then
We dem dogs
Gettin digits
Money go around my circle
Spinning like a fidget
Louis v bags filled w franklins
This bitch heavy weigh a midget
My circle started off big
Then it got it real small
Thankful that the lord
Let the real ones stay
Let the fake ones go
Only family on my boat
Eating lumbi n some goat
I'm the best of all time
I'm the greatest of all time
I'm already past ya prime and
I ain't make it to my prime
I'm a favorite of our God
I'm the humble young star
Why you hating why you mad
Cuz I'm Superman
Imma name my son Zod
Find his mama in the club
Imma put box braids in my hair and
Rock a Louis wrap
W a fendi belt
And Versace shades
And some Gucci slides
And a white tee
Do you feel me mane
Do you feel me mane
Reppin Haiti TIL I die
Imma Haitian to the bone
Never ever will I lie
Pound for pound to my Zoe
Puerto Rican Bori baby
Getting blessings on the daily
I could feel it
I feel it in my soul
They say keep it on the low
Ain't nobody gotta know
I say f*ck that
Baby kick in front door
Waving 4-4
Tell em we here
If u pussy u better run
Do it for a real one
Rest In Peace my grandfather
Hope you see what we've done
We going so hard
We gonna go so damn harder
We gonna need a new goal
Like we kickin n we Ronaldo
FIFA on my f*ckin sneaker
Goin hard like American football
This ain't Europe this shit soccer
Spit on ya bitch on her clitoris
Disrespectful numba 9
Just like rondo
F*ck a fine
Let you know
I speak my mind
We could fight
Or you could die
Ain't no
Fair ones when we ride
Suck a dick
Bitch we lit
On the interstate
Headed outta state
W my niggas
In a sprinter w some hoes
Boutta ditch em
Them is old
Boutta switch em
Get some mo'
Who we is then
We dem dogs
Gettin digits
Money go around my circle
Spinning like a fidget
Louis v bags filled w franklins
This bitch heavy weigh a midget
My circle started off big
Then it got it real small
Thankful that the lord
Let the real ones stay
Let the fake ones go
Only family on my boat
Eating lumbi n some goat
I'm the best of all time
I'm the greatest of all time
I'm already past ya prime and
I ain't make it to my prime
I'm a favorite of our God
I'm the humble young star
Why you hating why you mad
Cuz I'm Superman
Imma name my son zod
Find his Mama in the club
Imma put box braids in my hair and
Rock a Louis wrap
W a fendi belt
And Versace shades
And some Gucci slides
And a white tee
Do you feel me mane
Do you feel me mane
Writer: justin camacho
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