Lyrics Ten Ten - hooligan chase

Ten Ten

«I got cash in massive quantities
Know what?
I’m paid asshole
That makes you uncomfortable?
Well fuck you and the range rover you droven on»
Weed up
Eighteen
Been this way since we was
Eighteen
Stanley Steamer bitch I
Stay clean
I do not trust nobody
Coulda went to school
Coulda got a Cum Laude
One backseat, one shawty
Weed up
Eighteen
Been this way since we was
Eighteen
Stanley Steamer bitch I
Stay clean
I’m the boss man John Gotti
22 acres fuck a Bugatti
Topped off while I play, shawty
You don’t know me huh?
I’m crazy
Someone dropped me as a baby
Money tree got me shady
Turkey stuffing bitch I’m gravy
With a different type of lady
Bll Bottoms from the 80s
Hooli knocking yeah your back is five
Gonna tak a duce in your Mercedes
Let you leave as soon as I’m done
Cop a Rollie when the time comes
You dropped the song
Okay the crime’s done
Born and raised in the 9−1-9
I see ya’ll walking the line
Scrapping up nickels and dimes
Look out for popo they swine
Tatted like Carley Stein
Uh huh
Oh my god he done did it again
I’ve been gone, but you know where I’ve been
Honeymooning at the Holiday Inn
I eat pussy cause it’s good for your skin
Paper boy bring you dope on the Schwinn
I ain’t cuffin' but she like to pretend
«She fine though»
Well, I guess it depends
Trusting these bitches long as I can throw 'em
Ain’t never been strong
Check in the cabinet the medicine gone
Light this bitch up, get my Edison on
We fuck in the whip, but it’s better at home
She straight from New Orleans
The Pelican Zone
At Sullivan’s I get the Elegant Dome
«I'm not one of those girls.»
Ain’t know they was buddies
Got these bitches beefin'
Well fuck it I’m not bouta get in between
Pick the Bojangles she started pouting
I guess she expected expensive cuisine
I saw how Michael was handling Fredo
We winding and starting to have sex in the scene
I rock with LaMelo
I’m fucking with Terry
Bitch, I’m Carolinian, Charlotte my team
Oh ya’ll got Duane Reade
Where I’m from it’s just Walgreens
I was too little to be hooping in middle school
Still had the ball dreams
And I had to look up just to kiss on my shawty
Yeah, she was a tall thing
It’s a typical narrative
Fuck Bitches, Get Money
That’s what we all sing
«Ask about me»
Broken down ride with the doors off
Book a v-live
We was just knee high
Sticking tongues to the poles till it froze off
Only recognize your girl with her clothes off
Why these hoes wanna jag my lingo?
Mamma told me «Be a star like Ringo»
My Granny making racks winning bingo
Shaquitas wanna fuck with a gringo
Grew up on Ten Ten
Even if I tried couldn’t blend in
Thought you was a rapper, but you just an actor
You ain’t got a wrist like Ben Ten
Your family gotta dog and he fenced in
Hit the road block and they pinch in
I got it from my pops
And I guess she know the price
Cause it really cost twenty, but I spend ten
«Damn, I’m hard to handle
Damn, I’m hard to handle
Damn, I’m hard to handle
Damn, I’m hard to handle
Damn, I’m hard to handle
Damn, I’m hard to handle
Damn, I’m hard to handle
Damn, I’m hard to handle»
Weed up
Eighteen
Been this way since we was
Eighteen
Stanley Steamer bitch I
Stay clean
I do not trust nobody
Coulda went to school
Coulda got a Cum Laude
One backseat, one shawty
Weed up
Eighteen
Been this way since we was
Eighteen
Stanley Steamer bitch I
Stay clean
I’m the boss man John Gotti
22 acres fuck a Bugatti
Topped off while I play, shawty