Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 10 of Yours, artist - TravDate of issue: 04.04.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
10 of Yours |
| Touch one of mine I take 10 of yours |
| My money long we go to war |
| You don’t really want them killers on you |
| You don’t really want them killers on you |
| So many nightmares that they trying to kill me |
| Hundred round drum better not come near me |
| Kill we kill, niggas got to feel me |
| You take one of mine I’mma kill your family |
| Got a hundred rounds I’mma let it blow |
| Shooters fill 'em up that’s a holy ghost |
| Niggas say they want it they don’t want no smoke |
| I’m front line I’mma let it blow |
| If I said he got to go then that nigga got to go |
| Creep 'em like Jason |
| Face mask glove on put pain in |
| All my niggas got bodies no statements |
| Body on his way home got eight in |
| All my niggas make it hot like cajun |
| Fish eye put your brains on the pavement |
| Do you niggas even know who you playing with |
| Muhfucker |
| Touch one of mine I take 10 of yours |
| My money long we go to war |
| You don’t really want them killers on you |
| You don’t really want them killers on you |
| Touch one of mine I take 10 of yours |
| My money long we go to war |
| You don’t really want them killers on you |
| You don’t really want them killers on you |
| They murdered the homies |
| They hit up my nigga we rocking and rolling |
| I see 'em we murder his homies |
| I come with them hittas, I’m praying to God my haters get murdered before me |
| Remember that picture so vivid, that corner remember that burner was on me |
| Them coppers was rolling up on me, patrolling up on me |
| We strapped |
| We give no fuck 'bout the law, if its 'bout busting that jaw |
| We double back |
| We pulling up at your car, hitting and cutting you off |
| Then it’s a rap, put your face up on the wall |
| On a t-shirt for your dawg |
| Homie’s a rat, talk to them people and all |
| Meek, I’m shooting 'em all |
| You ever seen a drum on a broom stick |
| , not a pool stick |
| Southside nigga still on my bullshit |
| FN nighttime that cautious |
| Catch him lacking I off him |
| Broad day nighttime I torch him |
| Murder, mayhem, extortion |
| All my niggas put work in, muhfucker |
| Touch one of mine I take 10 of yours |
| My money long we go to war |
| You don’t really want them killers on you |
| You don’t really want them killers on you |
| Touch one of mine I take 10 of yours |
| My money long we go to war |
| You don’t really want them killers on you |
| You don’t really want them killers on you |