Paroles Gold plated leica Benny (Rapper)

Gold plated leica

(Summertime Butch)

Plug got cameras every twenty feet
Body count rises with the summer heat
Whoever isn't hungry simply doesn't eat
Whatever pack we put out, that's the one to beat (That's us)
Plug got cameras every twenty feet
Body count rises with the summer heat
Yo, hey, look

I never leave the crib without my strap and most expensive-est watch
It's like my system's been shocked ever since I've been shot (Damn)
Godfather, it ain't hard for camera lenses to spot
Two-way baller, Jamal Crawford off the bench, I've been hot (That's a Kodak moment)
While y'all got spoon fed, I got efficient with them numbers and watched
I bloomed late like hibiscus in the summer, uh
Bank accounts and whips, I know what the Feds after
I pose, but, don't smile for the pics like the Feds snapped 'em (Damn)
We can meet after I whip and make the molecules moist (Make the molecules moist)
You know the rendezvous point was the barbecue joint (Was the barbecue joint)
I even served blonde fiends that bought the product through choice (Hahaha)
They whistle, just yell back, they gotta follow your voice
I beat them at their own game, I know some fellas that tried it
But at our level as convicts, it was never accomplished
Think ahead, but, be modest, it'll better your conscience
So many cameras in the crib, they think I sell electronics
Butch

Plug got cameras every 20 feet
Body count rises with the summer heat Whoever isn't hungry simply doesn't eat
Whatever pack we put out, that's the one to beat
Plug got cameras every 20 feet
Body count rises with the summer heat

He the one who did the favors, need it done Need it work, needed guns
Front it out, keep it fun
Know his house, where he gon run
Where he gon' go?
Got the best, cheapest blow Burning me, burn himself
Cause this is how he feeds his own
But bro, nothing's guaranteed till you're holding it
They couldn't find the blow so they just charged bro for some stolen shit
Them bikers beat that RICO down in Texas
No one snitched
When everybody stand up that you mess with, no one sits
Came home, gettin' mine Did a bid and gripped a nine You know these different times
But it's different when you whip the lines
Sick and tired of seeing guys doing bids and die
But now it's like when friends go to war, you gotta pick a side Live and die
The headrest fits a brick inside
I didn't drive
Just told your bitch, don't go over 65
It's been a tricky ride
Money talks, bitches lie
Switches fly
Plug got cameras every 20 feet
Body count rises with the summer heat Whoever isn't hungry simply doesn't eat
Whatever pack we put out, that's the one to beat
Plug got cameras every 20 feet
Body count rises with the summer heat

It's Big Butch, ****
I'm in my hood, super comfy, but what's your location?
Most of these rappers can't go to the hoods they was raised in
I got a dope line from Pittsburgh to Austin Pay 10 stacks for game four, Knicks versus
Boston
Me and Kush comparing work and I told him drop it
I won't pick my phone up until I lock it
Plug gave me 10 joints and told me it's up
It ain't even been a week and he blowing me up
I'm camera shy
I'm only taking pics for the fans
Got paper cuts cause I can count a hundred quick with my hands
Y'all pray for luck, but I be making bucks quick as I can
I left the game and felt like Sugar Ray switching my stands
Brick in my hands
Y'all go to war with the gang, your folks better help
A hustler going live forever and dope sell itself
The mother load hit the track, we lock in three days
They put cameras in the kitchen to watch the replays
Plug got cameras every 20 feet
Body count rises with the summer heat Whoever isn't hungry simply doesn't eat
Whatever pack we put out, that's the one to beat
Plug got cameras every 20 feet
Look around
You see him?
Body count rises with the summer heat