10 bitches - bigsmokechapo lyrics
[intro]
yeah, rich snake, yeah yeah
i do this sh*t for all my n*ggas, man, that ain’t have sh*t, that stayed down and turned that sh*t to a lot, n*gga
we ain’t never had nothin’, n*gga, we ain’t have no handouts, n*gga
n*gga, i’m slime rich, i took my plug off and never looked back, n*gga
i used to wear the same clothes, monday on wednesday, n*gga
on gang n*gga
[hook]
rsg the new mafia, just pray to audemar for a 36
been f*ckin’ on your hoe, got her doin’ tricks
think i spent too much on these louis kicks
i just hopped in the car with a new stick
clutchin’ that fire, like “who that is?”
don’t bome around here, you don’t know twin
twin did a lot of sh*t with them fn’s
pull up 10 b*tches, i don’t do men
pull up 10 b*tchеs, i don’t do men
pull up 10 b*tches, i don’t do men
bеsides quickdraw army, that’s gang ‘n’ ’em
got a shooter in queens like canin
he gon’ up that fire and start aimin’
he know if he up the fi’, he gotta bang it
i pulled a bad b*tch and she famous
[verse]
i got a chopstick like the asians, i got a rs on my shirt
she say my outfit look amazing and i put your big homie in the dirt
bet a n*gga ever think about playing, yeah
water on me like a basin, yeah
i just took a n*gga off, everything free, n*gga, like a mason, yeah
i remember sellin’ sauce, sittin’ in a dope house, sh*t looked vacant, yeah
i remember sellin’ salt and i had pills, n*gga, like a patient, yeah
one in head, then we blazin’, yeah
i’ve been beatin’ cases all d*mn year
mos sight help me see clear
trey*pound on me, i have no fear
spent 5 racks just on new gear
spent like 15 and that’s just on my t**th
i’m not a scammer, i got this off the streets
b*tch, i’m rich slime, girl, i ain’t go to the beach
all black, yeah, i’m rockin’ elite
when your pockets deep, all the hoes wanna eat
i’ma rep gang ’til i “d.i.e”
i’m so d*mn fly, i can’t sit on my seat
at the business meeting, i might fly out to meech
street code, keep the heat every season
tatted on my flesh, they know that i’m bleedin’
hittin’ it from the back i got your hoe creamin’
designer sh*t, but i ain’t get it out neimans
the sh*t i’m rockin’ ain’t come out ’til next season
all the sh*t i did, you wouldn’t probably believe me
we havin’ this sh*t, i know grandmama see me
[hook]
rsg the new mafia, just pray to audemar for a 36
been f*ckin’ on your hoe, got her doin’ tricks
think i spent too much on these louis kicks
i just hopped in the car with a new stick
clutchin’ that fire, like “who that is?”
don’t bome around here, you don’t know twin
twin did a lot of sh*t with them fn’s
pull up 10 b*tches, i don’t do men
pull up 10 b*tches, i don’t do men
pull up 10 b*tches, i don’t do men
besides quickdraw army, that’s gang ‘n’ ’em
got a shooter in queens like canin
he gon’ up that fire and start aimin’
he know if he up the fi’, he gotta bang it
i pulled a bad b*tch and she famous
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