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designer, n***a 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 b*t*hes to f**k, 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
f**k food stamps, I'm giving out quarter bricks
Get every gutter b*t*h [?]
Me and FEiN feending for them Ben Frranklins

Ben Franklin, Ben Franklin
Me and FEiN feending for them Ben Franklins
Ben Franklin, Ben Franklin
Ben Franklin, Ben Frankklin
Me and FEiN feending for them Ben Franklins

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 pu**y 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 pu**y, sell dope
got the yacht, not no motherf**kin boat
in bandanas
1017 and FEiN, [?]

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