Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 10, artist - Lil Candy Paint. Date of issue: 04.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
10 |
| A nigga head high, can’t slip up |
| These niggas mad I fucked on they sister |
| I cannot play as no victim |
| Shoot a nigga brain, we ain’t missing |
| Pop a couple 10, love them Percs |
| I spent like ten on a shirt |
| Run up the racks, my ex hurt |
| My new bitch look better than yours |
| I’m stayin' in the back and don’t say shit |
| She suckin' my dick in the spaceship, uh |
| All my hoes bad, not basic, uh |
| Said you love Candy, wanna taste it, uh |
| I’ma fuck on this broad in my mama house |
| Her big bro want smoke, bring that llama out |
| We gon' come outside, see what you talking 'bout |
| Then fuck on that ho in another round |
| A nigga too geeked, can’t calm down |
| Niggas in my city think I’m on now |
| Rockin' with the kid, love his song now |
| But last year niggas hated on it |
| A nigga talking bread then we on it, yeah |
| We not cool with niggas, y’all opponents |
| I don’t eat Gelato, I smoke it, uh |
| I’m off them drugs, I’m loaded |
| Took another Perc' to the head |
| Xans for the plane now I’m scared |
| Drop another deuce of the red |
| These drugs gon' leave me dead |
| Smoking on dope got my eyes closed |
| I fucked on his bitch, I’m an asshole |
| I’ma get money 'til the bank gone |
| I make art, Candy Van Gogh |
| Take a nigga shit, where his bread go? |
| Headed to the top, I can’t let go |
| Stacking up racks like Lego’s |
| I’ll dog a nigga bitch like Petco |
| I’m cooling like AC |
| These niggas hate me |
| His bitch wanna date me |
| That nigga the fake me |
| I’m in the two-seater, not in no beater, it got a lil' heater |
| You mad at me when your bitch is a lil' eater |
| You know that you need to control alt delete her |
| I hop in that coupe and I’m breaking the meter |
| These niggas so lame and they follow the leader |
| These niggas take swag and I caught 'em all cheatin' |
| I’m hot as fuck, fuck 'round and call me a fever |
| Left my ex because of money, I don’t need her |
| Going to the bank then I walk out with racks |
| I love that guap, there’s no string attached |
| Grab the AK, I got aim with that |
| Me and BHUNNA don’t play about racks |
| Yeah |
| Xans for the plane now I’m scared |
| Drop another deuce of the red |
| These drugs gon' leave me dead |