| I’m tryna get paid, tryna fuck hoes
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| 26 inches slamming Cadillac doors
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| Drowned by the street, floated back to shore
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| Now I swim in cash and I still want more
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| (Let's get it)
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| Used to sip colds (?), now we waste Clicqout
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| Used to ask Mama, why we gotta be poor
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| Days got hard, nights got rough
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| Used to eat a coney on the Gratiot bus
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| Everyone lies, who can I trust?
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| Preacher took my money now he got a new truck
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| Best friend a snitch when his life on the line, soft niggas
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| Turn tough when they bust that nine
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| (Nigga)
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| Easy as pie, proof’s in the pudding
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| Brown like a diamond in the sky and you couldn’t
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| Fit his shoes with both socks on
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| (uh-uh, uh)
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| I’m hip hop oxygen
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| (Yeah)
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| 'Cuz I made ten g’s a week banging at my peak
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| (Let's go)
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| Smile on my face but inside I weep
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| My people need jobs, a place to sleep
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| Voted for the Democratic party but these rich Republicans taking over
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| About to cop a new Range Rover
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| Unlucky lost my four leaf clover
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| And it’s so plain to see, you’re listening to Brown
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| And the sounds of my nigga Nick Speed
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| Back on our grizzly, blue foamposites
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| Cost 350
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| About make history, smoking on that Pippy (?)
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| Traveled many places, kept the D with me
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| I ain’t had a dollar, living off tuna
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| Heard I was broke, then it wasn’t no rumor
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| Had to make a way, so I said «Fuck it
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| Newports for dinner just ain’t gon' cut it»
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| Kate Alexander (?), (???) state
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| We ain’t finished that, bitch bring that cake (?)
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| Great Lake inheritor, fit me for the crown
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| Hoes used to spin me, now look how they turn around
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| Niggas 33, so mad at me
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| Had a deal forever, ain’t known in the D
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| But I’m still on the ground, heavy in the streets
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| Ask your A and R, he might know about me
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| 'Cuz I made ten g’s a week banging at my peak
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| Smile on my face but inside I weep
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| My people need jobs, a place to sleep
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| Voted for the Democratic party but these rich Republicans taking over
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| (Uh)
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| They taking over
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| (Yeah)
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| It’s Danny Brown
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| And Nick Speed, what it is
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| It’s Hot Soup Nigga
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| (Uh)
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| Libido Sound, y’all know what it is nigga
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| Fuck with us
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| «Frequently called the most cosmopolitan city of the Midwest, Detroit, today,
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| stands at the threshold of a bright new future.» |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ten G's a Week, artist - Danny Brown. Album song Hot Soup, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп