Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 10 2 10, artist - Big Sean. Date of issue: 31.12.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
10 2 10 |
| I woke up workin' like I’m Mexican |
| That mean I work from 10 to 10 |
| Then 10 to 10, then 10 again |
| Nightmares of losing everything boost my adrenaline |
| Bitch, I do what I do, I feel how I feel |
| Got my drink on the rocks, got my house on the hill |
| Got the girl of your dreams yep I pop her, for real |
| And I’m thumbing through bill after bill after bill |
| After bill, but I still pay respect to my city |
| So much man you thought I was in debt for real |
| Every day is a chase, every night is a thrill |
| I feel sorry for whoever’s not in the will |
| G.O.O.D music or die ho, shout out to Ye-Ye |
| Dumped all my other hoes, shout out to Nay-Nay |
| I start my day with a prayer and vagjayjay |
| I’m higher than Day-Day, no off day just pay day |
| Boy, since I was a bébé I swear was OG, you was a no G |
| Textin' these hoes that you love 'em and shit, prolly using them Emoji’s |
| When you was a OG, bitch, I’d still be more G |
| Fuck you know about night terrors, nightmares and night scares |
| About not gettin' that white money 'fore a young nigga get white hair |
| And I done dropped «Control"just to show you hoes who done got controlled |
| You saying that I changed, yep, changed like I supposed |
| While you at the same crib still wearin' the same clothes |
| Going to the same club, taking the same pose |
| Pillow talkin' with the same hoes |
| All day about how Em ain’t the same Em |
| And Hov ain’t the same Hov |
| Some niggas never grew up, boy, they only grow old |
| I guess that what coming up in Detroit do |
| Finally famous is a Detroit crew |
| Fuck with me and you Detroit food |
| End up on the fuckin' Detroit news, better off in the Detroit zoo |
| Everybody got haters, I swear we been through this |
| Martin had Malcolm, Caesar had Brutus |
| Fuck am I sayin', man, Jesus had Judas |
| I guess I’m alright though, if I just got you, bitch |
| You gon' pull up friend to friend, I’mma pull up Benz to Benz |
| While you and her are cheek to cheek, me and her dick to chin |
| That’s the difference between a 9-to-5 and a 10-to-10 |
| Sean Don… |
| They done fucked up now, ha-ha |
| Mastermind… |
| My kilos on ice, my sneakers snow white |
| I got a place at the Trump, just to pray for advice |
| My new bitch is Hispanic, got me speaking bilingual |
| Some call it trickin' cause this bitch thicker than Trina |
| Anybody wanna motherfuckin' die? |
| Come try me then |
| You ain’t real till you fucked your dawg’s ho |
| Seen a brick and had to buy a Benz |
| Comin' through and I don’t fuck with niggas |
| Bitch you wish you wanna fuck a nigga |
| Good chance she done fucked a nigga |
| Turned around and said «fuck a nigga» |
| Stack on my belt, double M we a cult |
| Mastermind’s in control, so nigga fuck what you thought |
| 16's of coke, all my verses be dope |
| Fuck XXL cause I’m the source to these «es |
| I’ve 'een held from ten to tens, swear I won’t sin again |
| Raising Hell in my residence, Godly presence with presidents |
| My day job ain’t made me shit, public housin' ain’t got no fence |
| And college ain’t make no sense, niggas whole home invaded quick |
| I done work, I done pay my dues, I’m induced, now I’m overdue |
| One hit one, call this voodoo, don’t want apes to jump out the zoo |
| I got one mountain, one problem |
| Plus the issues, I can’t solve them |
| But it’s nothin', and I’m still in the club on the couch still fuckin' up |
| somethin' |
| Nigga please! |
| Mama please, I’m never comin' home 'til I make a hundred G’s |
| Scratch that, 'til I make a hundred million |
| Then I’mma stretch that 'til I make a hundred trillion |
| Who knew one day your son would grow up and learn how to be the boy |
| Did songs with Hov, now hallelujah fell asleep the real McCoy |
| God damn, how you do that? |