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old guys - 10kdunkin lyrics

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[intro: reddo]
pockets they filled with them old guys (dead prez)
these n*ggas stale like some cold fries (d*mn) dj phat
try to hit you from the right you was left eye
run to the money b*tch i won’t get left out
way too slime, b*tch i can’t get x’d out (slime)
f&n five*seven, blow a n*gga chest out
if she say she want a perc say she had to put the x down
[?] hands up ni*

[intro: dj phat]
you’re rocking with your girlfriend favorite dj, dj phat lil’ b*tch (ooo, 10k)
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[chorus: 10kdunkin]
f*ck n*gga thought it was sweet
now i’m riding down the street
my brother totin’ on the heat
10k keep a nine (a nine)
yeah, i’m riding with that fire
ask around i ain’t lyin’
pulled that ho, i ain’t tryin’
how i’m flexing but i’m [?]
h*lla bands, i got plenty (plenty)
and i keep a shooter with me
and he totin’ on the semi (he totin’)
this clip long like a semi (truck)
my ho look like she from dubai (she do)
big body benz, that b*tch too wide
this glock can get hot just like stir fry (it’s hot)
these n*ggas they hate, i don’t know why (i don’t know)
they ho see my chain she like “oh my”
i got them bands like an old guy
pockets they filled with them old guys
[verse: reddo]
pockets they filled with them old guys (dead prez)
these n*ggas stale like some cold fries (d*mn) (dj phat)
try to hit you from the right you was left eye
run to the money b*tch i won’t get left out
way too slime, b*tch i can’t get x’d out (slime)
f&n five*seven, blow a n*gga chest out
if she say she want a perc say she had to put the x down
[?] hands up n*gga don’t stand down
[?] young n*gga stand out (grind)
f*ck n*gga get your head chopped off
with your hand out (ha) (chop)
servin’ two bih, had to minimize
too many pt, we got plenty lines
you don’t get no pt, you gon’ ride upon
oh, you keep you a stick, boy you probably lyin’ (dummy)
[?] (slime)
dj phat

[chorus: 10kdunkin]
f*ck n*gga thought it was sweet
now i’m riding down the street
my brother totin’ on the heat
10k keep a nine (a nine)
yeah, i’m riding with that fire (the fire)
ask around i ain’t lyin’
pulled that ho, i ain’t tryin’ (i ain’t tryin’)
how i’m flexing but i’m [?]
h*lla bands, i got plenty (plenty)
and i keep a shooter with me
and he totin’ on the semi (he totin’)
this clip long like a semi (truck)
my ho look like she from dubai (she do)
big body benz, that b*tch too wide (big)
this glock can get hot just like stir fry (it’s hot)
these n*ggas they hate, i don’t know why (i don’t know)
they ho see my chain she like “oh my” (d*mn)
i got them bands like an old guy (i do)
pockets they filled with them old guys
[outro]
dj phat, the waviest dj on the east coast

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