Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 10 Summaz, artist - 2 Chainz.
Date of issue: 12.02.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
10 Summaz |
A nigga hot, like ten summers |
Ten chains on, walking in a Benihana |
My money long, like ten Hummers |
I been getting to the money the last ten summers |
Ten summers, ten summers |
I been getting to the money the last ten summers |
My money long, like ten Hummers |
That nigga full of shit, somebody call the plumber |
A nigga hot, like ten summers |
Ten chains on, walking in a Benihana |
My money long, like ten Hummers |
I been getting to the money the last ten summers |
You know I keep it G, like ten hundreds |
I won’t fuck that nasty bitch wearing ten condoms |
The chain cost me like ten Hondas |
2Pac, dear ma, I’m tryna kill something |
You know I do this on the regular, I’m telling ya |
I smoke loud though, I don’t smoke no regular |
Dear John letter to all my competitors: |
I dumped my last girlfriend because she wasn’t wet enough |
If I hear about a lick, I’m like «bet it up» |
I got a young bitch that could set it up |
Summertime, I’m about whatever, bruh, and |
I’mma need a handicap sticker cause my whip is dumb |
I fell in love with that money, she fell in love with my schwag |
Too fly for these niggas but we knee-deep in that trap |
You just getting that bread, since Bin Laden been dead |
Killing these niggas, wrist might get time in the feds |
I’m stunting, Evel Knievel, dirty Sprite by the liter |
Let that top down on my Beamer til' I’m tired of balling like Tila |
On the books just like De La, get you knocked right out your FILA |
Have your neighborhood drug dealer, just shoot yo' ass and peel out |
You know I got the streets hotter than the Gates of Hell |
Six for the nine-piece but you make it twelve |
It’s simple math, yeah, we got the yola |
20 million strong, MMG taking over |
Ten summers, ten baby mommas |
Yeah, I got my baby girl tatted on my stomach |
Ten thousand worth of tats like an esé |
I got a bag of pills, who wanna play them ex-games? |
I do this for the trap cause I’m a trap star |
Inside of my car look like a laptop |
Outside of my car look like a crack spot and |
If you think you’re lucky, it depends on your crap shot |
Baby, let me put my stick up in your matchbox |
All my verses hot, you might pass out |
Got your girl smoking loud with her ass out and |
If you didn’t know then, bitch, I’m the man now |
Hot |