Benny The Butcher – Buffalo Kitchen Club Lyrics

Benny The Butcher Buffalo Kitchen Club Lyrics (feat. Armani Caesar)

Yeah, uh
Y’all know what the fuck it is
Motherfucking Liz and the motherfucking Butch

They ain’t fucking with Liz and The Butch
I send the order, then n**, you cooked
Thought I had ones the way these bitches shook
Would be a machine if rapped how I look
So not your typical
This shit is mental, not physical
Glide through the pressure, elliptical
Uh huh
He like what he see in his visual
I make the dick disappear, it’s a miracle

Sleeping on me, must be the Fentanyl
Killing you hoes, take it literal (Literal)
Shooting your shot at a bitch like me
Gon’ cost bout a milly at minimal
At the minimum
My n** wear Creed and he hit it hard like Adonis
I leave him soaked and astonished
My team on violence
We sweeping shit like the plague
This shit is getting bubonic
Balling my hobby
I’m getting rings like I’m Sonic
Your money must keep it platonic
A beauty and beast, how ironic
I’m smoking on hoes like the chronic

Fuck y’all opinions, they weigh less than money
And they come from who ain’t got no money
Left mine in Escrow and I never touch it
‘Cause when Pac died, he ain’t have a hunnid
Sold out a show with my first day in Europe
All that hate coming from home, I can’t hear it (Can’t hear it)
‘Fore we get a chance to hop out, these bitch gon’ stare in the rims like mirrors

I don’t do auctions, I don’t do Carmax
To the R.8 from the R.S
Our first date we had car sex
I put class on the corner like car wrecks
Invite me in, I might bring a scale over
I feel y’all topping well over
I done bought so much cartel yola
That they start treating us like shareholders
N*** resent me ’cause they just a tier lower
[Just a tier lower]
No sympathy, won’t shed a tear for ya
No weaknesses, I’m not a fear shower
I ate the pussy up, got my little beard growing
Five five sixes, look like we spear-throwin’
You know that what I’m here for
When they ask y’all who cleaned up the block
Say the Butch and Liz Claiborne (Uhh)

They ain’t fucking with Liz and The Butch
I send the order, then n**, you cooked
Thought I had ones the way these bitches shook
Would be a machine if rapped how I look
So not your typical
This shit is mental, not physical
Glide through the pressure, elliptical
He like what he see in his visual
I make the dick disappear, it’s a miracle

They ain’t fucking with Liz and The Butch

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  • Written by: Alan Maman, Jeremie Pennick, Joclynn Clyburn
  • Album: Everybody Can’t Go
  • Released: 2024