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Ben Baby Talkin Bitches

Baby talkin' bitches lookin' for a man Mamma be-be-da-da get lost while u can We do not like the way you slide We do not like the soft inside We do not

ya know your baby momma's a tramp Don't get mad now nigga want to shove the bitch 'Cause a year ago, you know, you loved the bitch Now your stomache'

Lisa Or maybe it was Sheila My chevy sitting too high I call that Wiz Khalifa And I'm all about them Ben Franklins Ain't talking Aretha Bitch my

Is Talking And Niggas Numbers Is Numbers So What You Want From Us? (We Win It) So What You Want From Us? (Lets Go!) The Summers My Summer (Uh) The Winters My Summer (Yeah) All They Doing Is Talking

on my jet, I f-ck her after jet lag I take her to da vet, cause she a bad bitch You cant be broke and happy so me im mad rich Im talkin Young Money sh

he had a massive seizure Hot chocolate lovers, guns is published Detroit bitches out of town be dyin' to fuck us This is real talk, shank lullabies Ben

bout spinnin' benz,wodie and gettin' it rid of 'ya I was taught that way But nigga get out of order,shoot that bitch in his face Size me up, fuck it nigga

to pop these rubber bands (Ay) Bitch, I been throwin' money (Ah, ah) Bitch, I been throwin' money (Ah, ah) Great Scots, it's rainin' Ben Franks 2 pistols in the buildin', baby

way she wiggles that ass all around side to side Wanna talk about ass, I go right to the booty Jennifer lopez you do Ben you'll do me Talk about do