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benji franks - been there. done that lyrics

i’m a dog, i’m a b+tch
ask your n+gga how it fits
his neck underneath my kicks
double tapping all my pics
i can talk a lot of sh+t
still look pretty just like this
f+cking right i’m too legit
and i can’t help it that i’m rich

{hook}
i’m on my grind
been there
and on his mind
been there
and do not leave a message i ain’t got the time
been there
i’m in the quarter drinking soda with a lime
been there
and i’m a shoo+in cuz you know the world is mine
been there
i took your man
done that
i broke his bank
done that
these b+tches run sh+t like bath water cuz they ain’t
done that
these b+tches hate me cuz i can do what they can’t
done that
i check a new b+tch off the list soon as they hate
done that

okay

{verse 1}
i like my money tall, like my money kinda flexible
had to snip a couple loose ends behind some decimals
why these b+tches on my t+st+cl+s
cuz i stay higher than giraffes, eat more greens, not the vegetables

i like to watch your n+gga breast stroke across my moat
private yachts whenever i boat
yeah you know how i can do it, clack champaign whenever i toast
hoes praying on my fall, cuz they hate the way i stay afloat

i know some b+tches that’s doing the most
i know some b+tches that’s working the pole
crossing these hoes like tic tac toe
lining my shots, like three in a row
i got these b+tches riled up
flipping sh+t like simone biles huh
yeah you know i bring the gold
cuz you know life ain’t never been fair
sitting in a big chair
benji burning hair off of n+ggas, yeah i been nair
and i declare
can’t no n+gga say i been there’s
racing for the throne, but i been there

i took your man
done that
i broke his bank
done that
these b+tches run sh+t like bath water cuz they ain’t
done that
these b+tches hate me cuz i can do what they can’t
done that
i check a new b+tch off the list soon as they hate
done that
okay

{verse 2}
i ain’t gotta say much and these b+tches still don’t like me
now i’m acting un+orderly, ain’t no leaving quietly
tired of all the faking sh+t, no acting like it’s spike lee
benji been that b+tch and these f+ggots still despise me

oh my god, you queens are calling yourselves rappers, where your bars at
i’m tired of leading the blind, so where you b+tches learn to play your parts at
so much for gate keeping cuz i’ma still win despite all that
and you caught yourself talking mad sh+t and watched it fall flat

all of you b+tches, all cap
grow a pair n+gga, ball sack
all of you b+tches is riding my wave, mad you ain’t getting no call back
pretty li’l thing, all that
on your wish list and then some
eating these hoes like dim sum
on your top five but i been one

now you can run and tell that, b+tch i run that
put that in your juice box and suck on it, fun facts
i let these n+ggas get the clues from the context
ain’t talking sh+t but i done that

i’m a dog, i’m a b+tch
ask your n+gga how it fits
his neck underneath my kicks
double tapping all my pics

- benji franks lyrics

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