| Man, I know that shit, nigga
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| Yeah, don’t know, ayy, pull up, though
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| I ran up that money so muthafuckin' high
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| Ayy, I swear to God I could stop rappin' now
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| Nigga, I don’t give a fuck about what you think, bitch
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| I can’t take the clean route, I’m G’d up
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| They talk down, I’m rich now, lil' nigga, I can head home
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| Fresh up outta cell block and fill up an arena
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| I’m turnt up, you try and get your face blown
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| I’m smokin' on doja, I pull up rollin' on some ignant shit
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| Know the opp get blown, police pull us over, bitch, get rid of it
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| Motherfuck them shows, Iain’t leavin' my home, bitch, I’m really rich
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| And I’m so caught up in my ways I tend to all that shit
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| Opp, 750 from the bank and they say, «Goddamn»
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| I ain’t gotta walk and I just call, they know who I am
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| Pics on Instagram, and go to tweak and and that I spam
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| Someone plays around, this bitch fuck who don’t like what I’m sayin'
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| Swervin' in that Lamb' with the gang, we all tool-totin'
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| You start this shit, I’m known end it with that tool totin'
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| Pussy, I was tryna buy soul but my bro stole it
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| Swipe so much into your rig, I think my car totaled
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| Yeah, fuck your lingo how you bummin', nigga
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| Posted Trey on 38th, I hear ya comin' nigga
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| Prolly got my stick out with a big ass stack of hundreds, nigga
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| Better have your stick out, I release six off when you turnin' nigga (Uh, mm)
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| How you get them cars and all that jewelry nigga? |
| I don’t know
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| How you spent that money and still got millions nigga? |
| I don’t know
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| How I got all them bitches and don’t want one nigga? |
| I don’t know
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| Why you actin' slow? |
| Nigga, fuck it, let your chrome blow
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| (Ayy, why you been on some stupid shit with everybody YoungBoy?)
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| Nigga, I don’t know (Ayy, why you feel like all these hoes ain’t shit?)
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| Nigga, I don’t know (Yo, I really do know but I really don’t know)
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| Nigga, I don’t know (I just rolled a blunt up and light this joint, nigga, what!
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| Pussy nigga, say that you want smoke, then let your chrome blow
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| Bitch stop all that hatin', just come say somethin' with your own folk
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| Jumpin' in that Maybach, in my styrofoam, red coke
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| I’m for the pills, in my pendant, who that is? |
| Your ho
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| Why them bitches don’t want on me lately, Lil Top? |
| I don’t know
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| I’m from the streets, I got that guap, this shit I’m blessed for
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| This shit around my wrist’ll get you popped or get you stepped on
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| But on the other end I don’t get nothin' unless I get one-fifty
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| Lil shaw…
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| How you get them cars and all that jewelry nigga? |
| I don’t know
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| How you spent that money and still got millions nigga? |
| I don’t know
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| How I got all them bitches and don’t want one nigga? |
| I don’t know
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| Why you actin' slow? |
| Nigga, fuck it, let your chrome blow
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| I can’t take the clean route, I’m G’d up
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| They talk down, I’m rich now, lil' nigga, I can head home
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| Fresh up outta cell block and fill up an arena
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| I’m turnt up, you try and get your face blown
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| Shut up, nigga, I don’t know
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| Uh, yeah, Lil Top, nigga, I don’t know
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| Bitch on Vogue, nigga, I don’t know
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| Fuckin' with your jail po' |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ten Talk , by - YoungBoy Never Broke Again. Song from the album 38 Baby 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп