Текст песни No Duh - Benji Franks

Last night I was tore up
No duh
Niggas all in my face talking 'bout he wanna fuck and I'm like "so what"
No duh
No duh

Got the eyes full of green with an eye for the green
Moving on quick like I'm Lightning McQueen
Name on the list I'm the "I" in the team
Kill a bitch dreams, have you seen me in my jeans
Pass me the crown, pour up my regime
Ride it like a Porsche, if you know what I mean
Schooling you hoes you can call me the dean
Awards shiny, accolades clean
Niggas ain't wash their hands before the pandemic, now all of a sudden they're clean
Put the pussy on him and watch him cling
Make him change gods like his name was Maylee
Bitches burning the hairs on my nose
And I keep a cute nude on my hands and my toes
And I be dressing like ranch for the hoes
I'ma go punk Ashton for the dough

'Bout twelve shots, three beers and a margarita, last night I was tore up
I did way too much, after that bong rip last night, I had to throw up
Niggas all in my face talking 'bout he wanna fuck and I'm like "so what"
No duh, I'll pop off on the nigga just like some soda
'Bout twelve shots, three beers and a margarita, last night I was tore up
I did way too much, after that bong rip last night, I had to throw up
Niggas all in my face talking 'bout he wanna fuck and I'm like "so what"
No duh, I'll pop off on the nigga just like some soda

Be careful with me, 'cause this dick will have you worship the ground that I walk on
If you got an issue, add it to the pile on
I got ninety-nine, I don't need another problem
Bitches funny looking like the Oblongs
Wait for a reply, about an hour long
Knock a nigga lights out like the power on
Tryna figure out what type of time I'm on
Why everybody wanna come for little ol' me
King of Diamonds, mad bitches old maids
Bitches wanna fight, no way José
I'd rather book a flight to San Tropez
Benji been on, why these bitches so late
I'm a rolling star, call me Beau Soleille
Bitches stink, hit 'em with the Olay
Bitches bulls, red cape, OLAY
Y'all bitches can't fuck with me hoe

Last night I was tore up
I did way too much, after that bong rip last night, I had to throw up
Niggas all in my face talking 'bout he wanna fuck and I'm like "so what"
No duh, I'll pop off on the nigga just like some soda
'Bout twelve shots, three beers and a margarita, last night I was tore up
I did way too much, after that bong rip last night, I had to throw up
Niggas all in my face talking 'bout he wanna fuck and I'm like "so what"
No duh, I'll pop off on the nigga just like some soda