Lyrics:
the heavy metal, yea
Popstar
Learned the game from my mama
I was raised around trauma
Compton
X marks the spot
Like we in Yonkers
Understand
I get it done
Ayy
Nikki muthafucking Sweets
Ohhh yeah yeah
Bounce that ass bounce that ass
Bounce that ass
Ohh
Flyest bitch you ever seen in a while
Got ten white
wanna intervene
Yeah K den top playa bitch
Look standing on business on my 10 toes
You know the shoes in the magazines I be in those
Shit got real for
Yea yea
Get in tune
I'm live in the booth right now
I'm goin' off the dome right now
Ain't no doubt when you making deposits
They blowing up my
brother in the pen doing 10 years
Tell me how you ratting on your mans but you still Here
popped in a bean
All tens like I'm bowling a three
This that real shit
Hundred bands down two hundred bands down
Ice on my wrist
Acting like clowns we
A 10 coi miei fratelli ero già in giro
Mai visto il fumo ma sapevo già quant'era il chilo
Conto soldi di fumo son pochi non mi basta
Fumo maps pensa di
friends
Like coronavirus
We aint shaking hands
Look in my hands
Nigga dead mans
Look in my pocket
Nigga ten bands
Look at me nigga
I got cash on me
And I
it'd be number 9
Ten, I'm going in
Me and my friends
Come back and do it again and again
Stuck in the cycle I feel like a washer
Might need me some
Low, so low
Low, so low
Low, so low
Low, so low
Man it's such a heavy load to tow
Trudging slow through the snowy road
Minus 10 below, howling wind
up in a 4X4 or Mercedes
I pray to the most high I'm feeling his Presence
Don't fuck with me if you ain't there For me
I only see who see me
I can be
up)
6am I'm in the gym
By 8 I make a quick flip
By 9 I'm hopping in the whip
By 10 I'm at uni, with a Julie tryna do me
She hardly knew me but shady
written This is Romance in Great Britain
X2
(Verse 2)
From the city to the suburbs, I hear the same words Round and round again
Come we hit the town my
ship (take flight)
Ten toes I'm in way back when
I knew I was born for greatness (greatness)
Up from the bottom (we up)
Now I got something
I stay 10 steps ahead of me, gods in my pedigree
If you tryna get it I'm with it bring the intensity
I been in the kitchen I'm whipping-sipping
breath and let it all come out
Just let it out
Just let it out
Let it out
Feel your breath
Count to ten
Let it out
Let it in
Let it out
Let it in
Breath in
religions of the past, sparing them the anguish of their lives
in the gutter, framing their existence in an eternal
metaphysicalness something like the 7-10
I got a vision it's more than goals
I'm gritty with it, I ain't never gone fold
Im on the mission I'm staying ten toes
I'm in the kitchen boy I'm hot
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas
Everywhere you go
Take a look in the five-and-ten
Glistening once again
With candy canes and silver
on her Happenin', rush in it like Pac-10
Russian like donald trump her emails been hacked in
I bust in and break hymens, her sins and her nonsense
No
ending (x3)
I wanna see you in the morning light.
Als sie zu uns kam, vor gut 10 Jahren,
schlossen wir sie gleich ins Herz.
Okay, als wir das kleine Ding aus der Kiste nahmen,
hielten wir das
A YELLOW BLOSSOM
UNITED FATE
I'VE GONE SO FAR, THIS PATH, SO LONG
CAN'T WALK ALONE
A LOYAL BROTHER
TRUE FRIENDS IN ARMS
UNITED MEN, TEN THOUSAND
di prenotarmi un posto fino nel aldila
Oh no non mi va di stare appollaiato su questa realtà
oh nonono(x3)
Ho versato troppe lacrime
In cerca della
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