Perfect Ten

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The Nittany Owls

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I can’t see straight, I’m runnin’ to the zone
I can’t see straight, I’m blowin’ a cone
First day back, I’m fuckin’ on a hoe
You wanna get whacked then I leave it to bro
Post up like Shaq take you down below
Team on my back we headin’ down road
My diamonds is shinin’, look at em glow
They say T is climbing, look at him go
I hit that bitch In the ro’ ro'
Can’t trust a snitch f*ck the po’ po’
Pour me a drank in the fo’ fo’
Blockin’ a hoe, like no no
Girl give me bop, she already know
Make her go pop, then pass her to bro
Make a pit stop, pick up the hoes
T at the top, you already know
Fuckin’ on that bitch and I hit a perfect ten
Getting super rich buyin’ her the Birkin brand
Money down the ditch when I’m throwin’ hunnid bands
I just hit up Mitch they call him the money man
Told me I’m his wingman yet he still curved a ten
All new black rims but you know I’ll swerve again
Praising bout our beats but claim the lyrics hurt my head
Heard y’all taking hot but I had ya girl in bed
All these hoes ride my wagon, put a mark on their jeep
Put a goat on the stage, and expose all the sheep
They say my bars lookin' dry, I smoke all this green
‘Cause the sour taste in my mouth got me cravin’ for sweets
I used to to bathe with the beasts but now I’m burnt for the creams
We got Danny on the beat you know he shaping the streets
I took a xanny in Miami, wore the heat with number 3
‘Cause when you ball like Dwayne you always show up VIP
Talk to em T
I just hit a three peat, my homies call me Kobe
Judd and T on repeat, triple B like I am Tony
I’m in the suite with your girl she tryna blow me
You can’t compete just don’t act like you know me
Get me on the track and I’m lookin’ for revenge
Team on my back and I’m whippin’ in a Benz
Spent about a rack, run the store like I’m the prez
I’m aboutta yack if it ain’t a perfect ten
Fuckin’ on that bitch and I hit a perfect ten
Gettin super rich buyin’ her the Birkin brand
Money down the ditch when I’m throwin’ hunnid bands
I just hit up Mitch they call him the money man
Yeah, lost three hundred to the legend blues
Heard T holler to pull in the coup
Losin’ money made me get smarter
Gave her the D, I’m the martyr
Ten out of ten, we did again
Tint on the Benz, hundred percent
Judd and T, certified hits
Car got no key, I’m in the abyss
We don’t, we don’t, we don’t fuckin’ miss
We don’t, we don’t, we don’t fuckin’ miss
We don’t, we don’t, we don’t fuckin’ miss
We don’t, we don’t, we don’t fuckin’ miss
‘Cause I’m fuckin’ on that bitch and I hit a perfect ten
Getting super rich buyin’ her the Birkin brand
Money down the ditch when I’m throwin’ hunnid bands
I just hit up Mitch they call him the money man

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