Letra de I BEN - Summrs

Double B shit, nigga

Yeah (Top bird)

(Swi-Swishrr beats, cash money shit)

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha

Come on, man, time up, I'm through with all that talkin' (This shit like Pluto and Esco)

He-he, he-he

Bitch nigga tryna buy promo, bitch, let me buy your catalog (Brr, brr)

What's all this talkin' 'bout a nigga fallin' off now?

On my momma, this just my demo, nigga, turn me up this my introduction, look (Ha, ha, ha)

Call my whip a groomer 'cause that bitch'll get to huggin' (Woo)

Love my fuckin' jeweler 'cause he got my shit on yerky (Uh)

Got my lil' bitch in Amiri, she up in a mirror, she doin' her skin (Skin)

You quite frankly stupid, think I don't got money, 'cause, nigga, I ben (Haha)

Ben Frank, nigga (Bee), yeah, man, fuck all that talkin'

Fuck all that rappin', man, let the success talk to these niggas, man (Hold up, bitch, I'ma call you back, I'm call you back twin)

Damn, this bitch so heavy (Hmm), here it go

I ain't gettin' lynched, I don't hang with niggas, fuck you thought this is?

They almost got switched out the lights, fuckin' rapper, they was on that shit (Hmm)

Pop out I'm shootin' in my LV boots, bitch, I don't fuck with Rick (Hmm)

I'm on my Elvis shit, I'm on that Rino shit

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Feel like Michael when I put on them gloves, I grip on them monkey nuts

Bitch askin' questions, I shoulder shrug 'cause I can't really tell them much

Even my everyday S-Class, it just cost me a honeybun (Skrrt)

Throwin' some racks like I'm Brady then we just go to brunch (Brunch, brunch)

In Ohio on some soulja shit, my nigga, I feel like Hunch (Hunch)

Told ya, big dawg shit, no lil' dawg shit, get the fuck on, runt (Get the fuck on now)

I'm runnin' for president, but when twenty niggas tried to get me, I ain't run (Come on, bitch, you know me better than that, psh)

I'll put you in the back of the car, son (Pshh, pshh)

Fuck ten of them hoes, we can (Pshh, pshh)

All I gotta do is grin for them to put you out (Pshh)

Bitch must go to the gym a lot (Pshh), all she wanna do is push-up (Pshh)

Got your bitch on her knees, treesh, then I flew her ass back to Belize (Pshh)

They ain't wanna believe, my mission to please

No bullets goin' through this big B nigga (Brr), shit I'm keepin' it P (Woo)

So many carats up on my finger, this my championship ring (Double B)

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