Ben Franklin - Gucci Mane Young Scooter Fein
Yeah yeah
Yeah
Let me go Dan
Death before dishonor nigga breakin' the code
Yeah
Nigga used to be hot but he done went ice cold
Ice cold
Gotta bring my car out when I get off the road
Yeah
If you goin' to a show then
Why you ride with a stove
'Cuz I jug in every state and I got cakes to bake
Cakes to bake
Bad bitches the f**k yeah I got money to make
Money to make
Ain't no limit on my hustlin' this a paper chase
Private jet to f**k in Hector then right back to the States
I'm the man in the streets I'm the president president
F**k food stamps I'm givin' out quarter bricks
Quarter bricks
And get every gutter bitch that f**kin' have fix
Have fix
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Was all in my roof and my car doors
Diamonds black like chalk
Gold got you vice in my all souls
Went right to the Marshall
So ran walk the streets dry yeah I'mma tatch you
This Kush from it's master forgive us we not good actors
Panorama get a pussy wet this lifestyle
You know she took a jet
Threw it back armored then she took it back
Look at that best hit Eva plus her spot
We can cook all that my book in my streets
More than she rookie that
Went the fool broke then went from sell pussy to sell dope
Facial to deep throat got no yacht
Now a muthaf**kin' boat
Tacks in Louisiana I see sex and bandanas
10/17 the Fiend and all my hammer
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