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Album: To Whom It May Concern (2015)

Benihana

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
She just wanna eat at Benihanas
She just wanna rock them Jimmy Choos
All she wanna put on is designer
Balling like there's nothing else to do
She just wanna skip the fuckin' line at the club
She just wanna skip the fuckin' line at the club

She just wanna eat at Benihana
She just wanna rock them Jimmy Choos
All she wanna put on is designer
Balling like there's nothing else to do
She just wanna skip the fuckin' line at the club
Yeah, yeah
She just wanna skip the fuckin' line at the club
(Turn that shit up)

When she talk they all can't help but listen
When she walk they all can't stop from looking
She's got expensive taste, that much you can rely on
And girls who are built this way, you gotta keep an eye on

Riding with the top down, down Ocean Drive
B's on the seat, no gangbang
All in Valentino, boy, you know she fly
Spend your check and she gonna keep the change, my...
She like the simple things

She just wanna eat at Benihana
She just wanna rock them Jimmy Choos
All she wanna put on is designer
Balling like there's nothing else to do
She just wanna skip the fuckin' line at the club
Yeah, yeah
She just wanna skip the fuckin' line at the club
Yeah
(Turn that shit up)

Can't even speak unless you got permission
Yeah, yeah
Shine so bright it might impair your vision
Yeah
She's got expensive taste, that much you can rely on, oh
I'm just hoping that she look this way, you the one I got my eye on

Riding with the top down, down Ocean Drive
B's on the seat, no gangbang
All in Valentino, boy, you know she fly
Spend your check and she gonna keep the change, my...
She like the simple things

She just wanna eat at Benihana
She just wanna rock them Jimmy Choos
All she wanna put on is designer
Balling like there's nothing else to do
She just wanna skip the fuckin' line at the club
Yeah, yeah
She just wanna skip the fuckin' line at the club
Yeah
(Turn that shit up)

Baby, baby
Let me be your chef for the night
I'll feed your right
Open up, open up
Watch how good my aim is
Anything you like
It's on the house
Haha
She like that
Who better than us?
Trigga
[?]
It's called us top chefs

She just wanna eat at Benihana
She just wanna rock them Jimmy Choos
All she wanna put on is designer
Balling like there's nothing else to do
She just wanna skip the fuckin' line at the club
Yeah, yeah
She just wanna skip the fuckin' line at the club
Yeah
(Turn that shit up)


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