Lyrics:
by keeping an ideal facial structure fixed in his mind
Or somewhere in the back of his mind
That he might, by force of will cause his face
We were walking 'long the ocean
Together hand in hand
When I stopped to write "I love you" in the sand
And when I looked up you were standing
Ten
soul
Ten Cadillacs, a diamond mill
Ten suits of clothes to dress to kill
A ten room house, some Bar B Q
And fifty chicks not over twenty-two
coke... WE GON SELL DOPE
Ain't no money sellin' dope... WE GON SELL X
And if niggaz won't by the X... WE GON SELL TECS
(Lloyd Banks)
My advice for
And you knowing how we do and people ask me every single day
If the album's even good, if it's even hot
If the album's really lit, will it even drop
This
This is a gifted response
Father we cannot come to You by our own merit
We will come in the name of Your son
As He glorifies You
And in the power
And funny, they'll never meet
I gotta get a two-ton truck [Repeat: x3]
I gotta do it to a duck on a two-ton truck and fade away like Ron Rene
All right,
when he made this land
The Lord said yes, there's a plenty on hand
But I left it down by the Rio Grande
The fact is ol' boy, the stuff is so poor
I
put ya pants on, get ya ass gone
9 times outta 10 you ain't stayin long
Devil ass niggas I've been tryin not to stand on em
Mayne I'm hot, mayne ya'll
In squalor, grow up to be a hero and a scholar?
The ten-dollar founding father without a father
Got a lot farther by working a lot harder
By being
I used to be the apple of your eye
I had you with me every day
But now whenever you are passing by
You're always looking the other way
It's
I'm on ten, I'm on ten
I'm on ten, I'm on ten
Porsche 9-1-1 (hol' up)
I'm on 9 plus 1 (ten)
Runtz up in all my blunts (hol'up)
Percocets, comin' by
Watch this!
Be be be my B-F-F
'Cause I-D-K what's coming next
And I'll be L-M-H-O with the rest
So T-T-Y-L-X-O-X
Come on! Be be be my B-F-F
'Cause
10Dee don't play
And I wanna make M's by the way that I spray
Tell a man N O if they wanna play games
How you gonna live if you don't make P's
Get out
My life was getting used to
A dull daily routine
I was getting so fed up
I just wanted to scream
Up at six to work by nine
Home again by
[Chorus: x2]
Ho (Ho)
You'sa Ho (Ho)
You'sa Ho (Ho)
I said that you'sa ho (Ho)
You doing ho activities
With ho tendencies
Hos are your
Beautiful child
Beautiful child
You are a beautiful child
And I am a fool once more
You fell in love when I was only ten
The years disappeared
Friday night
Got the windows rolled down
The seat reclined
Givin' everybody that rock on sign
Yeah, turn it up to ten
Hey, y'all join in
Bob that head
Come
love ya
My dear old Swanee
I'd give the world to be
Among the folks in D-I-X-I even know my
Mammy's waitin' for me prayin' for me
Down by the Swanee
the corner
Could that someone be Mack the Knife'
There's a tugboat, huh, huh, down by the river dontcha know
Where a cement bag's just a'drooppin' on down
Eats but one in every ten
Leaves the others on the mat
And the mouse police never sleeps
Waiting by the cellar door
Window-box town crier
Birth
your fingers
Big sparkling rocks for your nose
[Chorus]
Been so long, coming through to you
Now it's nice restin' by your side
Seems like
won't go it alone
If you roll it on home
The last ten texts were with your ex
And all of 'em were sent by you
But you keep starin' at your phone
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