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young ben - gunz lyrics

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[verse 1: young ben]
who the f-ck would write exams
i am writin to the beat

mom supported from the top
something she ain’t want for me

spending nights, in my room
formulation with no bases

she was worried bout my health
i was thinking b-tches naked

i was thinking gold chains
i was thinking rov range
i was thinking perfect pictures in a million dollar frame

this the million dollar plan
this a million dollar beat
this a million dollar verse
this young ben and happy beats

i remember up in school
i would always day dream

money change a motherf-cker
i would do the same thing

i don’t talk to motherf-ckers who ain’t doin sh-t in life
flow, harder than a hustler who be moving up on white

who would’ve thought that i’d be rapping
from my grandpa got that macking

big house, two dogs
if a robbing get to happen

couple shooters on the roof
couple million for a coupe

you don’t like my sh-t? then f-ck your sh-t
you feel me, i’m the truth

[verse 2]
red dots, they correlate
i’m never in a moral state

there’s always f-ckin more to take
i turn her to a wh0r- who shake

hungry
takin all the plates
f-cked up
like snorting caine

f-ck with me
i show ya grave
you hiding in a foreign state

only f-ck with people who could better me on life
only give em one chance
i ain’t settling it twice

i ain’t study for my test
i was working on this

this could make a couple thousand
but a test will me flip

reminiscing on the days
teacher said i ain’t sh-t

then i got a scholar ship
yea i showed that f-cking pr-ck

all these b-tches sucking d-ck
all these b-tches taking pay

i get up to wake and bake
that’s how i f-cking start my day

you thought my life
was a motherf-cking fairy tail movie?

my d-ck would k!ll a b-tch
that’s that
very frail coochie

i wear nike
no versace
i got all my homies watching

every minute that i’m clocking
i be sinning god is watching

ima win it
ain’t no stopping

ain’t no stopping
til they bury me

profit
b-tch i’m c-cky
ho you better f-cking marry me

go and take half
give a f-ck bout a divorce

louis belt would be lot
but ya life ain’t got no cost

young ben

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