Gucci Mane - Ben Franklin lyrics

rate me

Ft. Young Scooter & Fiend

(Verse: Gucci)

Death before dishonor, nigga breakin' the code

Nigga used to be hot but he done went ice cold

Gotta bring my car out when I get off the road

If you goin' to a show then why you ride with a stoove?

Cuz I jug in every state and I got cakes to bake

Bad bitches the fuck, I got money to make

Ain't no limit on my hustlin', this a paper chase

Private jet to fuck in Hector then right back to the States

I'm the man in the streets, I'm the president

Fuck food stamps, I'm givin' out quarter bricks

And get every gutter bitch that fuckin' have fix

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(Verse 2: Fiend)

Was all in my roof, and my car doors, diamonds black like chalk

Gold got yo vice in my all souls, went right to the Marshall

So ran, walk the streets, dry, yeah, I'mma tatch ya

This kush from its master, forgive us, we not good actors

Panorama get a pussy wet, this lifestyle, ya 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 muthafuckin' boat

Tacks in Louisiana, I see sex and bandanas

10/17 the Fiend, and all my hammer

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Thanks to tash for correcting these lyrics