B3nchMarQ – Hyperbolic Chamber Lyrics

“Hyperbolic Chamber Lyrics by B3nchMarQ ft. Flame”

F*ck her for the night and then I leave her
F*ck her for the night I cannot please her
I’ve been in the lab with all my Gs yeah
Ain’t no f*cking cap, getting my cheese up

[Verse 1]
I hadn’t f*cked in a year
I had th flow in the bag
Mama was up in the kitchen
She told me to sit on her lap
Go get it and promise me that you’ll never look back
A family funeral can’t be the only time I go to church

My life a test, better correct that
Standard Bank, gotta collect that cheque
And now I be smoking a doobie
In front of a niqqa who rocking the bash
I got my mama and daughter on ink
They’re gonna stay on my hand
You no Hip Hop niqqa
You just know how to dance

I can play any position
Can even score on the bench
Listen, best rap duo
Be- best rap duo
B- best, f*ck it
And now that you know
Don’t be asking me no questions
When it comes to interviews
Some suck D they’re thinking their lip gon give them revenue
That’s why I no talk to them
‘Cause their mouth if full of residue
Mind my business
Collect them buck like I’m tryna build a zoo

[bridge]
Fu*k her for the night and then I leave her
Fu*k her for the night I cannot please her
I’ve been in the lab with all my Gs yeah
Ain’t no fu*king cap, getting my cheese up

[hook]
I’m in the hyperbolic chamber
Bit*h I’m going super saiyan
Don’t you hear my ? ’bout my f*cking paper
Hyperbolic chamber
Bit_h I’m going super saiyan
Shorty she a freak
Ain’t got time to fvcking save her
Hyperbolic chamber
Bit*h I’m going super saiyan
I’ve been doing me
Can’t give a fvck about a hater
Hyperbolic chamber
Bit*h I’m going super saiyan
I’ve been doing me
Don’t give a fvck ’bout what you say yeah

[Verse 2]
I got a couple questions
Where is the money
Ey, where is the money
Where is the cash, where is the loot
Where is the muhfvcking bag bag bag
Where is the bag niqqas
‘Cause we got the slaps niqqas
Only time business moving is whipping some brand stickers
I’m outta my mind but I mind my own business
Step outta line, no tweeting
I’m not that types, niqqas
Still got the fire, I don’t flicker

Different type of flow with no liquor
You can’t sip with me
Burn your own liver
On your own time with your hoe down
Drop and transfer you all later
We can shoot the fade like a Wahl clipper
And this was a calling I had to pick up
But I’ve been at it
Patience getting thinner
Brother man look
We’re not on the same page if you do it by the book
And don’t be acting fishy if we need a hook
Winter is coming so niqqas is shook
This be the best duo, take a second look

[Bridge]
Fvck her for the night and then I leave her
Fvck her for the night I cannot please her
I’ve been in the lab with all my Gs yeah
Ain’t no fvcking cap, getting my cheese up

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