Ben Franklin

Gucci Mane & Fiend - Rap, Atlanta Rap
Ben Franklin
2 Plays
Duration: 2:43
Lyrics
[Verse 1: Young Scooter] [?] designer, nigga breaking the code He used to be high, but he done went ice cold Gotta break my car down when I get on the road If you going to a show, then why you riding with [?]? Cause I juug in every stait, I got cakes to bake Bad bitches to fuck, I got money to make Ain't no limit on my hustle, it's a paper chase [?], then went back to the stage I'm the man in the streets, I'm the president Fuck food stamps, I'm giving out quarter bricks Get every gutter bitch [?] Me and Fiend fiending for them Ben Frranklins [Chorus: Young Scooter] Ben Franklin, Ben Franklin Me and Fiend fiending for them Ben Franklins Ben Franklin, Ben Franklin Ben Franklin, Ben Frankklin Me and Fiend fiending for them Ben Franklins [Verse 2: Fiend] Was all in my room, [?] Diamonds black like [?] [?] [?] whiter than Marshall Saran rap [?] Imma tax ya This Kush and this [?], forgive us, we bout to [?] Panaramma get a pussy wet This lifestyle, you know she took a jet [?] took it back [?] best head ever Plus our spot, you can cook it [?] My book and my street smarts [?] [?] sell pussy, sell dope [?] got the yacht, not no motherfuckin boat [?] in bandanas 1017 and Fiend, [?] [Chorus: Young Scooter] Ben Franklin, Ben Franklin Me and Fiend fiending for them Ben Franklins Ben Franklin, Ben Franklin Ben Franklin, Ben Frankklin Me and Fiend fiending for them Ben Franklins
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Credits
- Writers
- Young Scooter
- Fiend
- DrumGang