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Ache - Closer2 Lyrics

(This is Benny, fool!)

[Intro]
I used to hate myself
Now I just smoke a lot
Circle small, teeny weenie, yellow polka dot
(Nah, you gon' have to do that again)

[Verse 1]
I used to smoke a lot, and I still do
Sweat the demons out, that heat 'll probably kill you
I go data plan, I'm so over it
Build-a-Fake, snitches-snitches get the sewing kit
I don't think that I exist
Therefore I don't
Some of y'all don't like the clip
That's why I turn up the kick
That's why I turn up the kick
That's why I turn up the—
Y'all cannot fuck with my clique
Tiny pants on, had to tuck up my dick
Auto-aim, I don't miss
Auto-aim, I don't miss
Autotune I can't sing
Jeans wet as hell I dance in the rain
Some of y'all speak like it's piss in your brain
Shit, I had drugs on mе I missed my plane
Shit, I had drugs on me I missеd my plane
Some of y'all speak like it's piss in your brain
[Chorus]
Steppin' out with no cash on me
I don't leave the house without swag on me
Hydraulic, put the bounce in it
Hydro, keep the pack on me
(It sounds like that on purpose!)
I do whatever I want
Clip bring you closer to God
Too loud not my fault
I got too fucked off the drugs
I do whatever I want
I do whatever I want
I do whatever I want
I do whatever I want (God!)
I do whatever I want
Clip bring you closer to God
Too loud not my fault
I got too fucked off the drugs
I do whatever I want

[Verse 2]
Chain heavy as hell
That shit a pain in my neck (Goddamn)
I'm doing charity work
Better have cash in the bag
Better not came with a check
I don't talk money at all
Quit waggin' them bands
Hop out the back
Rat trap with cheese on it
I think I'm lactose in-dollar-ant
What would you do for a Klondike Bar?
That's not a deal, that's a bank loan
Thought he could diss me with "gay boy"
That boy got hangups like pay phones
If you wanna kiss me just say so (Mwah)
He tried to knock a couple teeth out
I ran on him, had to get my feet out
The shots ain't connect God bless
I thought he just sneezed loud
It's a cold world, dog, where your mittens at?
I'm in the coupe, where the chickens at?
Travel the globe like I dribble bad
I didn't go to the show
Ay, where the bitches at?
Hot girl shit I just hit the curb a little bit
I'm not that high I just hit the herb a little bit
Big bands on like a little bitch
In a cold world, dog, get smoked like cigarettes
[Chorus]
Steppin' out with no cash on me
I don't leave the house without swag on me
Hydraulic, put the bounce in it
Hydro, keep the pack on me
(It sounds like that on purpose!)
I do whatever I want
Clip bring you closer to God
Too loud not my fault
I got too fucked off the drugs
I do whatever I want
I do whatever I want
I do whatever I want
(God!) (Turn me the fuck up!)
I do whatever I want
Clip bring you closer to God
Too loud not my fault
I got too fucked off the drugs
I do whatever I want

Clipping bring you closer to God (Bitch)
(Benny who?)
(This is Benny, fool!)

[Outro]
(Clipaholics!)
Turn up my shit
Turn up my—
Turn up my shit
Turn up my—
Turn up, fuck
Turn up my shit
Turn up my shit
Turn off my shit!