Lyrics:
spit in my Coke
Ten miles past the golden arch
Double checked my bill detected missing a starch
Crumpled up, I turned right around
Tossed it out
to sleep on them piss stains
Plug talk
Getting work
In the sixth grade
Bulldog
.45 and the shit bang
Just watch where the kid aim
I been that nigga all my
This should feel like when
You got hundreds of times 10’s
Sit em all in a money counter watch me butterfly till it ding
I tounch down like a home
Daytons on the regal, when I turn that bitch scrape
I be feelin' like Drake
Got a Hennessy in my hand
10 piece chicken when I land
I be dressin' like Ranch
home
Sometimes the way's to roam
Travel to the pines
Feeling rather fine
Still I don't mind
Settle in the snow
10 degrees below
But we're not cold
Walking through the room, with all my best friends
Spending time and cash, to get some shots
Scouting through the floor, to find some nice tens
We're
shoes
Cause I'm in a size ten but you see a size two
If the shoe fits wear it with pride
Cause they'll still judge you like you committed a crime
Let's be
Feeling like Prince Zuko bringing fire when I climb out
3 strikes in the 10th frame
3 strikes strikeout
Everything is relative so b*tch you better pipe down
my dues
As a father, a son and buy instruments too
In my world, x is more than two
Or one. It could mean everything that makes you you
It's what you
don't be a hater
Put the car in park, stationary got
Out the car to embrace the planetary
Structure below my feet even though I'm
High up in the air,
hustle hard
Hustle hustle hustle hard
Hustle hustle hustle hard
Hustle hustle hustle hard
I'm just a young boss nigga and I hustle hard
Always in the mix
or I could fly
Here in your aeroplane
And I could live, I could die
Hanging on the words you say
And I've been known to give my all
And jumping in harder
me I don't know
Ok, Had a black void to fill
Did some girls so wrong
Like I popped an x pill
Never felt love in so long
You can never see
You still
the money friends
Cuttin off all my loose ends
Im on rodeo I spend
Swishers and Woodies I roll by the ten
Hide all the hurt in the smoke
Never been in my
CAN BREATHE AND HAVE A GOOD TIME
WE HOLD THE WORLD IN OUR ARMS)x2
Rap
i say u sweet lovin girl easy and nice
i know we in a hard time girl u know
Thoughts battle in my head.
Ten years repressed confusion.
This decade's not for me.
To be the one who sees everything in front of me, and you will set me
cant drink you off my mind
is there a message in this bottle
that I can't find cause
chorus X 2
All the teqilla in Tijuana
it's bringing me down
got me
voor mij
Dit is de laatste keer
Dit is de laatste keer
REFREIN 2x
Ooit ligt hij weer in mijn armen
Als het voorbij is
Hij weer bij mij is
zeg me nog
room
She knows Sam Salazar
She knows Sam Salazar
She wants to get fat and live above a lanudrymat
In Laundrytown (x4)
Guess some things never change
Rest In Peace Trippie X
Your music was the best
Thank you famous dex
Thank you hopsin
Thank you dax
Thank you NF
You got me
nostalgic as the horns blow
Fell asleep at 18 with a dream and a gold soul
Woke up 10 years later
With skeletons in my wardrobe
A couple bad habits, a slight
got to get on the road yeah my Rollie said its time to go yeah
Came in the game 10 toes and no I aint selling my soul
And If i ever gotta problem with
to the crib ten minutes, and I pop in that Jodeci - ay, yea
I apologize. I fuck with you girl cus you down to ride
Know one thing gotta chase my dreams, so I
Disstracks
Vor Ort meine Jungs in nem X6
Haben Pizzas geliefert ihr wisst es
Alle Augen auf mich auf der Party
Ihr schiebt Wellen ich schiebe Tsunamis
Ihr
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