Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 10 A.M., artist - YFN Lucci.
Date of issue: 03.04.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
10 A.M. |
10 AM in Atlanta, fly a bitch to Atlanta |
Fly your bitch to Atlanta, let her ride in my Phantom |
Know we runnin' Atlanta, yeah |
Let me show you round Atlanta, yeah, yeah |
10 AM in Atlanta, fly a bitch to Atlanta |
Fly your bitch to Atlanta, let her ride in my Phantom |
Know we runnin' Atlanta, yeah |
Let me show you round Atlanta, yeah, yeah |
It’s my first time in your city |
Know you gotta show me round like a tourist |
Pull up on you with that NyQuil |
Know you tired from your tourin' shit |
Show me somethin' I ain’t used to |
All these niggas be too full |
Feelin' on all your new coupes |
So I hope you paid your insurance, yeah |
That’s loose chains |
Diamonds dancin' like blue flame |
Did a show with my old nigga |
Got me ridin' with you in that new thing, yeah |
Tity boy but I’m a bad bitch |
So he went and bought the kid 2 Chainz, yeah |
Bitches try to get this flock on they two planes |
Like you really comin' (Hey show me somethin') |
You been now show me somethin' |
Bring me out to your block |
Show me how they rockin' with you so I know you runnin' |
Hit up Linux mall, I spend it all |
Cop the new Chanel, could’ve paid the bills |
All this money, we just steady stuntin' |
Ride foreigns all through summer hills |
10 AM in Atlanta, fly a bitch to Atlanta |
Fly your bitch to Atlanta, let her ride in my Phantom |
Know we runnin' Atlanta, yeah |
Let me show you round Atlanta, yeah, yeah |
10 AM in Atlanta, fly a bitch to Atlanta |
Fly your bitch to Atlanta, let her ride in my Phantom |
Know we runnin' Atlanta, yeah |
Let me show you round Atlanta, yeah, yeah |
Her all, you know we young and wild |
Yeah, grew up runnin' wild, they tried gun me down |
Yeah, grew up movin' pounds, now me blowin' pounds |
Yeah, got your bitch in town, 30 pointers on me now |
I need a bitch gon' hold me down when I’m feelin' down |
Yeah, put on some fly shit, you know we be flyin' private |
Put some Cartier over her eyelids |
Let her drop the top, let her know we ain’t gotta hide shit |
Yeah, 10 AM in the A, I put a AB on my bae |
D&G every day, rose gold Cartier |
She a boss, I relate, huh, yeah |
I’m a boss in and outta state, I told you I run the A |
10 AM in Atlanta, fly a bitch to Atlanta |
Fly your bitch to Atlanta, let her ride in my Phantom |
Know we runnin' Atlanta, yeah |
Let me show you round Atlanta, yeah, yeah |
10 AM in Atlanta, fly a bitch to Atlanta |
Fly your bitch to Atlanta, let her ride in my Phantom |
Know we runnin' Atlanta, yeah |
Let me show you round Atlanta, yeah, yeah |