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lirik lagu bennie franks – twista

i drop bombs like who say mad -ss
verbal ammunition when i solve a blast -ss i stash cash
-ss-ssination like ras k-ss
b-tches and 10 hut

i’ma money making soldier ’cause i don’t give no f-ck, the world is mine
you stepping over gages grenades and land mines so hand mine
if you was around n-gg- you probably ban mine
off the loado watching out for the rorrow popping at the po po
99 brinks truck candy apple sitting on normols

them n-gg-s don’t wanna see us come up
so f-ck them marks for the legit ballers for the world blow up
its ain’t no sold off sh-t i’m still top of the mess
check tom disrespect tom teflon through his chest and f-ck ’em for t

i’m rolling in my candle camouflage
wing ding and white wands and now i ready to march
embark on this who trying to whip the lyrical arsonist
look learn and listen my baguette still glisten

my nine shines its 6 past 6 so b-tches prime time
who in they write mine n-gg- trying to define rhyme
l e g i t ballers
give it up for them pistol pistol the knuckle street baller, come on

b e double n i e franks
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it’s a joint we completed n-gg-s ballers boy
thats the money making soldiers bringing all the noise
ain’t nothing on ya block but them vocaling toys
riding tinted out real straps hoes galore

now it don’t get no deeper than this
mr. obysis come on my style with a twist
i’m out the midst
checking ya style is too close for coffin

put me to stand and n-gg- ya playing
if your all sh-t surrounding i’m abandoning
i strike back like heaven on
i’m on a spree taking out all n-gg-s sounding like me like andrew cullonon

y’all can go to a reawrike guiness on a one road business
it’s a sin to swallow all the witness now i’m guilty by suspicion
i know this sh-t got ya mind twisted so who i make concern
tossing this sh-t like blind b-tches touching ya -ss getting burned

212 of them degrees wrecking impostor emcee’s chop ’em off at the knees
face to face with your enemy, i’m g.i. to c h i c h, yo heffa
fo fo go go blow em outta his a betta chose yo
the return of the funeral cage right
come on ya all do wanna do it to tillman or a ben jagger

’cause its that n-gg- from the 3-1-2 capital double l-l
bring the noise sh-t we bound to burn them boys
although he’s a nice guy and when the drought is to ’em
i brought em pain
come on rasta man tell ’em what the the thang hey

b e double n i e franks
b e double n i e franks
b e double n i e franks
b e double n i e franks

it’s a joint we completed n-gg-s ballers boy
thats the money making soldiers bringing all the noise
ain’t nothing on ya block but them vocaling toys
riding tinted out real straps hoes galore

b e double n i e franks
who want to come test me now think
the game is over it’s officially my time
you f-ck around n-gg- and get ya label shut down

who them n-gg-s try to diss and made a clip but they miss
y’all shouldn’t a let me tangle legit ballers and twist
i axe ya wrist off, who can i trust hits ya
who can i bust i fiend for cash put beans on fast got singers as jack
i told ya save that sh-t for last

guard ya glamoura i’m f-cking up opponents and challengers
shoulda charged ya stamina here comes the
watch me damage ya, we mash and bang with mask and thang
get jacked ya name reclaim the game and i’ll blast ya fame
you say the war is on bring it i spare you, come back to my city n-gg-

b e double n i e franks
b e double n i e franks
b e double n i e franks
b e double n i e franks

it’s a joint we completed n-gg-s ballers boy
thats the money making soldiers bringing all the noise
ain’t nothing on ya block but them vocaling toys
riding tinted out real straps hoes galore

- twista

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