Lyrics:
10 bete pe un lin
Bag in hi tech cât ai baga intr un tech fleece
and the games
Even through pain, I remain same N' I'm never gonna change
What (3x) bravo say
People gone come in your life N' leave
Once they get what they want,
don't fall, and I stand on 10 toes
I'm in the zone doing my thing, get out my way stay out my lane
I'm not the same call me the Reign, Grew my power from
like 10-4,
But who's that peekin in my window,
Last time y'all wasn't fucking with the tempo,
It feel like my fuckin brain about to cave in,
What I'm
Tell me whats stopping me
I talk to my friend
He need a benz
He just short ten
Remind me
To cut him in if we sliding
That boy sho got good timing
Cus im
‘cause we don't wait
Never, ever, let it go
I don't care that we don't know
Where we're gonna end up in the morning (X2) Well lately I've been
dolemite,
clready been 10 years so I can't blow up overnight,
Stress up in the front and in the back of my mind,
Till I smoke 2 joints and then I'm feelin
it, yea you know that pump in the trunk (x2)
Came from .5 to them 3.5
Gettin soo high
Yea I know I'm fuckin live
If a nigga play
Then I put him in
feel like my mind is my own enemy
10 steps ahead still end up in defeat
Head in the clouds but 6 feet underneath
Tightness in my chest as I forget
tell u niggas really wasn't Fucking with me
Now I'm getting money everybody fucking with me
Ten toes what I stayed down In the trap
Trynna get a bag off
basta la vista a raggi x
Nascondono un altro mondo come in Stranger Things
Per volare rischi di lasciare le penne
Per curare i miei dubbi non basterebbe
Can’t trust a soul Ik pple change
Jumped out my heart nd jumped in my lane x3
Too many loses I never get back
Heart broke with the big cracks
Snap
of thought is something I’d fall from the sky for.
But weed is just, something I get high for.
High five to all the people high in the house !
High ten to all
tempo
You're keeping me on my ten toes
I hear your voice in my temple
I'm trying to make a hundred fold
I hear your voice in my temple
I'm trying to make
at the park
Stolen kisses in the dark
Hundred miles by your side
Feels like ten going on five
Farmer's market in the open air
Karaoke done on a dare
We belong
sound when I go home
Bring kpa or you stay low
You going to decide that shit yourself my bro
Pull up in the club pull up in the lounge
Pop 10 Azuls then
He gon' mofuckin' flinch when
This choppa bust
We ain't leave the barber shop
When we hop out cuz
We in the car like ten Glocks what
The fuck I look
gefährlicher denn
Je und mit mehr
Tricks in der Hinterhand als 10 Houdinis
Meine Jungs vernichten literweise Leberhaken
Du und deine Jungs sehn' aus wie Jungs
the slam faster
Package man like a Packers fan
I’m a head tapper
Grand champ, Amtrakker, 10: 08 Saran wrapper
Bird flee in with the film flackers
If you
and winter time
Get that off the table
Cam'ron it's dinner time (What?)
I got a line downstairs ma, I'm in the grind
From ten to nine, you do your business
dripping X-Large
Battled a centaur like Dash Rendar
Roll a sick car, no gas in the whip
Big like the Rock, my flow's electric
Knot in my pocket thinking big,
against us
And they rig the game of pay-to-play-my-way
At those 10,000 dollar a plate dinners
In a 4-wheel drive truck that's never touched dirt
Vercetti
Upset me I ride down on you no Bentley
Just my ten toes they wanna see em in a hefty
Tempting but if you can't K me don't trip g (Don't trip)
I'm
take a win without takin ten L's
I get my pack in the mail
Askin me if I'm gon share you know it's for sale
Tell em to wake up
If you gon better yourself
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