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Ben Frank Video (MV)




Performed By: Tulie Luciano
Length: 3:20
Written by: Lester Randle




Tulie Luciano - Ben Frank Lyrics




Ben Franks on me shit then I got Carzy 40 strap on me
Niggas got Shady black on black homie only Drive Mercedes
Stay count money Can't let my change me repin like a Alpha liveing
Like Omega black and Gold Versace looking like a saint huh Hustling for a profit
Get it for the Days up bath in money shower can't Let it change up

Every day iam ballin grinding tryin to get my cake up nigga steady Hatein gotta stay prayed up
Clutch in my 40 niggas talking Gangsta. Stare while they Approaching they Neva say nuttin
Moving like MacGyver presidential A1 I be everlasting f*ckin with my Day ones
Money kumin and plastic Patients when the day kum niggas Bittin on da sauce
See where they get They name from Push start the key On my way on repeat
She shakes it Fast to da beat Gelato in my sweet Got reclin in my seat 40 glock in my Reach
Put hater underneath I shoot To kill f*ck a fee

I came in the game and attend me in Niggs is not friends
Unless we talking Bout gun yes I got a lot of them only
Hang with bro music is n my soul Spit A Iethal dose
Dnot have a pick in Meane mine nee mo run up on me
Break a nigga noes probably mad kuz I f*ck his chick be 4 she waz
Choosein the only thing ikw club
Banggas to rip them up iam ferocious Going for the kill iam at they throt
Making dance moves nigga you joke
Talking about a bitch don't have one Of them talking about a goddess
I Have one of them asked me how Iam Balling hop play above the rim 5'9
But iam look tall to them got
Expelled and still graduated didn't Hang with the poplar kids in school
Did shit this niggas didn't do, waz n
The field n still play buy the rules Ben raw think other wise you doom
Fake friends only symbolize of cool
Was the man na nigga you talk about Me na look at who
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Ben Franks on me shit then I got Carzy 40 strap on me
Niggas got Shady black on black homie only Drive Mercedes
Stay count money Can't let my change me repin like a Alpha liveing
Like Omega black and Gold Versace looking like a saint huh Hustling for a profit
Get it for the Days up bath in money shower can't Let it change up

Every day iam ballin grinding tryin to get my cake up nigga steady Hatein gotta stay prayed up
Clutch in my 40 niggas talking Gangsta. Stare while they Approaching they Neva say nuttin
Moving like MacGyver presidential A1 I be everlasting f*ckin with my Day ones
Money kumin and plastic Patients when the day kum niggas Bittin on da sauce
See where they get They name from Push start the key On my way on repeat
She shakes it Fast to da beat Gelato in my sweet Got reclin in my seat 40 glock in my Reach
Put hater underneath I shoot To kill f*ck a fee

I came in the game and attend me in Niggs is not friends
Unless we talking Bout gun yes I got a lot of them only
Hang with bro music is n my soul Spit A Iethal dose
Dnot have a pick in Meane mine nee mo run up on me
Break a nigga noes probably mad kuz I f*ck his chick be 4 she waz
Choosein the only thing ikw club
Banggas to rip them up iam ferocious Going for the kill iam at they throt
Making dance moves nigga you joke
Talking about a bitch don't have one Of them talking about a goddess
I Have one of them asked me how Iam Balling hop play above the rim 5'9
But iam look tall to them got
Expelled and still graduated didn't Hang with the poplar kids in school
Did shit this niggas didn't do, waz n
The field n still play buy the rules Ben raw think other wise you doom
Fake friends only symbolize of cool
Was the man na nigga you talk about Me na look at who
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Writer: Lester Randle
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