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10k flow - 10k jayy lyrics

{intro:} (master)

{verse 1:} i’m like “b*tch what you sayin’? no i’m not playin”
call up my bros i bet they get to sprayin’ hop in the coupe and watch how we start racing, these n*ggas fu it’s not up for debatin’ n*ggas be fronting like they don’t be hating, f*ck a lil’ b*tch ’cause it’s money i’m chasing, b*tch i’m a demon not nowhere near satan if you don’t make money then f*ck the relations

you got a pole but you not finna shoot, b*tch i got hoes i’m not focused on you, changin’ my clothes make it look like a suit
that b*tch is a hoe bruh just tell her to scoot, hop out the coupe and we knockin’ em off, y’all n*ggas cake and y’all n*ggas is soft
your b*tch a bop she be all on my b*lls, i left her on read and declined all her calls, call us balloons how we poppin’ sh*t
imma shoot to the top like a rocket ship, i’m destroyin’ this sh*t no
apocalypse, he talk hot he get popped in his bottom lip, you gon’ fight or shot? man you gotta pick, if you think we gon drop it you out of it, i got twenty*two bullets this glock will spit, i’m still posted on blocks with my glock and sh*t (with my glock and sh*t)

{verse 2:} we gon’ spin on y’all block like a hula*hoop, he keep dissin’ in comments like who is you? so much opps that i didn’t know who to shoot (swear to god), man this b*tch said “goodbye” i’m like “toodle*loo” i been crashin’ and wreckin’ like bandicoot, if she not givin’ head then give her the boot, i just went in his sh*t he thought we was cool, ‘member i couldn’t listen back in the school, man these n*ggas be switchin’ like bro pick a side, if you pick the opps on my soul you gon’ die, i’m hurtin’ they moms i know they gon’ cry if we take y’all mans i know y’all won’t slide (nah) this really some sh*t that real n*ggas would trap to, my n*ggas shootin’ so imma go clap too, i’m in the back of the back in black coupe, i ran up ’cause i felt like i had to (i had to)

{verse 3:} these n*ggas be snitchin’ these n*ggas be hoes, if they just got stopped by a cop they gon’ fold, y’all n*ggas b*tches ain’t totin’ no poles, i still got my bl!ck i just got different clothes, imma stay solid ’cause i never fold, your b*tch on my d*ck she bounce like a toad, he talkin’ hot then i’m leavin’ him froze and i got my stick so you know how it go (b*tch)

- 10k jayy lyrics

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