Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Facing Ten , by - Baby SouljaRelease date: 11.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Facing Ten |
| You know what I’m sayin' |
| Fuck that plan, take off though |
| Hahaha, yeah |
| I’m facin' ten, tryna get me a sentence |
| They say I hit the nigga with that glizzy |
| I don’t know nothin' 'bout nothin', mind your business |
| I sent that nigga to the sky 'cause he was dissin' |
| I’m facin' ten, tryna get me a sentence |
| They say I hit the nigga with that glizzy |
| I don’t know nothin' 'bout nothin', mind your business |
| I sent that nigga to the sky 'cause he was dissin' |
| Man, bitch, that be that 'Nolia talk |
| Pull up and I hop out on a nigga, that’s that murder walk |
| Bitch say she gon' eat it all, that’s that dirty talk |
| Couldn’t find him so we killed you, that’s your brother fault |
| Pussy, I’m on the road, bitch, I’m pissy drunk |
| And I got the call that my brother slumped |
| Dropped my head, what the fuck? |
| Oh, I see how they wan' play it |
| I ain’t stoppin' 'til one of them niggas dead, and what we did? |
| Hey, slidin' through the city with that sniper on me |
| Car ain’t in my name, ain’t got no license on me |
| I be rockin' jewelry, say she like it on me |
| You know I’m on some shit when that jacket on me |
| Poppin' them pills, makin' him feel like he strong |
| He ran up, I knocked him out, eyes closed |
| Bitch, I’m a menace, you better ask 'bout Lil Dough |
| If I ain’t got it, bitch, I’ma rock, come on, bro |
| I’m facin' ten, tryna get me a sentence |
| They say I hit the nigga with that glizzy |
| I don’t know nothin' 'bout nothin', mind your business |
| I sent that nigga to the sky 'cause he was dissin' |
| I’m facin' ten, tryna get me a sentence |
| They say I hit the nigga with that glizzy |
| I don’t know nothin' 'bout nothin', mind your business |
| I sent that nigga to the sky 'cause he was dissin' |
| First off, I ain’t that nigga to be fucked with |
| Don’t get your head bust wide open for all that tough shit |
| I’m a lion in that jungle, I’m a gator in that water |
| I’m the cable to your charger, nigga play, he gettin' slaughtered |
| I got 'em hollerin' out that murder talk |
| Fuck around, make me murder y’all |
| Pass the church and the choir, Cadillac and the hearse involved |
| Baby Soulja don’t fuck with that, you know what’s up with that |
| 5.56's will turn a bitch to an acrobat |
| Welcome to the bottom, you pussy, this ain’t your habitat |
| Can’t leave the house without it, no guarantee you gon' make it back |
| They hit up my lil' partner and I see you but he shakin' back |
| A life of the murder and drama, wish I could take it back |
| Black and white, you ratted on such-and-such, I’m just statin' facts |
| Ten toes, never been pussy, so why I hated that |
| After cap, pull up at 6 right where your baby at |
| Fifty to get your baby back, pussy, Tweezie |
| I’m facin' ten, tryna get me a sentence |
| They say I hit the nigga with that glizzy |
| I don’t know nothin' 'bout nothin', mind your business |
| I sent that nigga to the sky 'cause he was dissin' |
| I’m facin' ten, tryna get me a sentence |
| They say I hit the nigga with that glizzy |
| I don’t know nothin' 'bout nothin', mind your business |
| I sent that nigga to the sky 'cause he was dissin' |