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Benny Banks – Pardon My French ( Lyrics ) Letra Benny Banks Benny Banks – Pardon My French ( Lyrics )
Hungry nights, I heard my stomach speaking
When me and cuz were freezing, we ain’t have no heating
I got straight in the deep end, didn’t dip my feet in
When life gave me lemons, all I did was squeeze ‘em
I guess drug dealing just became appealing
When you tryna find your meaning, it can be misleading
If I ain’t wheeling dealing then I’m plotting scheming
I know my daughter needed feeding, that’s the main reason
Only God can judge me, tell ‘em fuck their feelings
I ain’t stopping till I see this money touch the ceiling
Told my ex I’m outta reach, I dunno why she reaching
I am not the type of man to come pick up your pieces
Probably out with brudda Ricky, scum diddy skeeting
Don’t let me round your baby mama cah I’ll probably jeet it
Had me starving my own ego when it needed feeding
My soul needed healing, I’m really beating demons
It’s hard to function when you self-destructive
Overthinking all these thoughts, they’re getting so disruptive
My reflection in the mirror, I feel so disgusted
Yeah I’m still fucking pretty bitches, Lord knows I’m punching
Demons in the dungeon waiting in abundance
I been battling depression, tryna stay productive
And I had to reconstruct ‘fore I could be constructed
But it’s hard when you’re obstructed by these thoughts of fuckery
Contemplating suicide but couldn’t find the guts
You probably think that I’m okay cause I don’t open up
I keep on acting like I’m fine inside, it drives me nuts
Got me staring at these bastards, getting fired up
And I’m coming from a place where they deny you love
Me and cuzzy be like Robin Hood and Friar Tuck
All my family stick together, you can try your luck
I just lit some 41, I’m feeling high as fuck
If it’s fake it till I make it, I’ll be stuck forever
Never stepped out in my life but I still fuck with steppers
Plug call me Nicholas Cage, it’s gone in sixty seconds
Rest in peace Jermaine McLean, I hope you up in Heaven
I ain’t social, I don’t check my socials
And if it’s unimportant I’ll reject your phone call
I sleep with all my packs and keep my money local
Suttin better lying ahead, I guess I’m feeling hopeful
Follow my thoughts, I ain’t following laws
My brudda born again and now he follows the Lord
I’m still out here slanging grams, I ain’t doing no fraud
Told ‘em twenty-four seven, I ain’t never on pause
I might eat her pussy while she lay on all fours
You gon’ hear her arse clapping like a round of applause
Shawty gon’ deep throat, she really down for the cause
Deffo got the best mouth outta all of these slores
She like “Benny when you fuck me, it’s so fucking intense”
I said “Baby mind your mouth”, she said “Pardon my French”
I call her Super Soaker, she be drenching the bed
You know when Benny lay a pipe, these bitches feel like they’re blessed
It’s still free Rose till they let my brother free
I’ll leave you in the mist if you ain’t running at my speed
I’m selling it expensive but I’m buying it for cheap
And if rap don’t work then I know money grow on trees

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