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and Winslow
Now the girl is a nympho
She fell in love with the tempo
Down on her luck
So she pray to the temple
Rubbing my feet and
Massaging my temples
Come

it at his top, he get dropped, that's another man
Say you ten toes think, you need to find another stance
Bitch, hey diddle diddle, get up out

Aye, this ones out to all y'all rappers, y'all bitch ass, autotune using, carried by features
But still act like they the shit rappers
No hook in

my life Everyday
Like it's Payday
If i Flip it by the point
That 10k in 10 days
Swipe a couple Cards
Triple Double on the same day
365 247 get Payed

in my feet
They already know this, and I'm never losing focus, take on any major courses any day Of the week
I ain't tired, I ain't trying to go

valuable
You know your memorable
You want all this money in your wallet
Drip droppin' like a faucet
Then you switched up and I lost it countin' 10 bands in

given in this game
But it's how you finna hustle through the pain

This life full of trials I stay On my feet
I know who I got and no one compete
They

Buck Bounce

DJ Melo-Mix

Game for Yo Azz

2001

all out nigga don't be scared to bust
Futuristic, what you need to do is catch up with us

(Chorus 2X: Eightball)
Bounce, Bounce
Man get up on you feet

meds, proper get cash
On my 10 toes, two feet up doing up camp
Bis got the kits all robbed
Same old dishing up dust
Telling me shit no fuss
SA that's

circle small
I stay ten toes down on my feet but they still praying that I fall
Niggas swearing that they gonna get me but they don't got the balls
I don't

Now they buried in the ditches, got demands, that's on my kids
Now pop a X
Wait til I fasten the locks
And motherfuckers jumping out like they are

he made my plate, I said my grace
Ok they see me by the bay
When I trap stay discreet, go to school to play the field, dropping out to play the streets

don't want beef nigga
I'm gone eat nigga
That's seven days a week nigga
No sleep nigga
An yeah I'm low key nigga
What's on my feet nigga
That's them

Beat Up

Lil Rob, Bandit, Proper Dos, True Breed, Low Profile Gangsters

Low Profile Gangsters: Keepin' It Gangsta

2001

What's up dog
What's up ey
What's up perro
Yeah
I run with the real ones
Simon
Hey drop that shit holmes

[Chorus x2: Frank V]
If you a sucker

might just Prada the feet, the sweater McQueen or Dior
You know this shit pressure

Bitch I'm a big stepper
Gucci, Louis, Prada for the drip
Ohh yeah this

Like I'd rather die on my two feet than live on my knees
I'm ten toes down
My heart still bleeds
Blood on the pavement
My homie used my suffering for

Beat Up

Low Profile Gangsters

Keepin' It Gangsta

2001

What's up dog
What's up ey
What's up perro
Yeah
I run with the real ones
Simon
Hey drop that shit holmes

[Chorus x2: Frank V]
If you a sucker

Back from the Dead

Chris Rene

I'm Right Here

2012

we both made mistakes
Sometimes that's just what it takes
Still I just can't let you go 

[Chorus]

So I'm laying here 6 feet deep in the ground

out my speakers 

the sneakers on my feet make the cypher complete 

I got a hungry belly guaranteed I like to eat 

everything underneath this canopy

still going to talk that talk
All you can do is walk that walk, turn back, and pray you don't see them rot
Let's rock!
Kept myself in attendance
Ten by

they'll be no dust up
Whole click full of misfits, dismiss da bustas
Trust us, gold rush until da gold dust
10 Toes down I'm bound, I've been anointed,

buried six feet
Tell them make my jeans nice, and make sure that my kicks mean

Only my mama get to call me by my first name
I go hard for the city where

love being all by my lonely and matching myself, cause only in I who I trust
Copped me a zip and said fuck it and went made music on behalf of the buds

of me
And in its place is the snake
That I never believed in
So by the time I hit age 14
I had a lot in me
But wasn't in no one
Somehow life always felt