| Man y’all niggas out here
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| Ten chains on, bitch my neck hurt
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| Yeah, just know the Stinc Team ain’t own nothin' under twenty-one K, yeah
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| Sheesh, I guess that’s me huh, ugh
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| Shit I’d hate me too
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| Tired of wearin' ten chains, bitch my neck hurt
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| And no they ain’t 10K, mister expert
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| You can watch me as I switch lanes, come and catch me
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| 'Cause when you mister get dough, it gets messy
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| I’m tired of wearin' ten chains, bitch my neck hurt
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| Call me mister ten chains, bitch my neck hurt
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| Bitch my neck hurt, but that was on another song
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| Bitch the battle the grammies like can we all get along
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| Reach for these grammies right here then your family be mourning
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| Feelin' down so I guess I’ll get some top in the morning
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| Hit his bitch with ten chains, I’m feelin' important
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| Pourin' fives to the face, I feel the pop in my organs
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| Mister important, rob me, these niggas snoring
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| Ben Cannon drum line and them hostages Norbit, okay
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| Pops on my knots, damn, holes in my socks, damn
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| Pussy nigga rob who? |
| mayday, yeah man down
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| Pops on my knots, damn, holes in my socks, damn
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| Pussy nigga rob who? |
| mayday, yeah man down
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| Tired of wearin' ten chains, bitch my neck hurt
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| And no they ain’t 10K, mister expert
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| You can watch me as I switch lanes, come and catch me
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| 'Cause when you mister get dough, it gets messy
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| I’m tired of wearin' ten chains, bitch my neck hurt
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| Call me mister ten chains, bitch my neck hurt
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| Ugh, shit I guess that’s me huh
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| I been getting money with a safe since knee high
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| Hittin' gates in Margielas, can keep the Reeboks
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| Rob who? |
| I’ll have niggas doin' the beatbox
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| I’m a heathen, you broke then I don’t need you
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| I’m cold, I got a fever, was told I need Jesus
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| Told that I’m a genius, you stoned touchin' my pictures
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| Too poured, Evel Knievel, just passed another demon
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| Talkin' 'bout that’s his girl but she swallowin' semen
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| See you creepin', I don’t think you wanna three
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| Bitch this F&N break through cars and people
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| This ten chains done turned me into a demon
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| Tired of wearin' ten chains, bitch my neck hurt
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| And no they ain’t 10K, mister expert
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| You can watch me as I switch lanes, come and catch me
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| 'Cause when you mister get dough, it gets messy
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| I’m tired of wearin' ten chains, bitch my neck hurt
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| Call me mister ten chains, bitch my neck hurt |