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10 toes - fenix flexin & gt lyrics

[intro: g.t.]
(epps on the track)
you like that?
yeah
it’s real sh*t, n*gga
yeah (cypress)
ayy

[chorus: g.t. & fenix flexin]
i’m in the streets (streets), i stand ten toes (ten toes)
any n*gga in my shoes would’ve been fold (would’ve been fold)
and if this rap don’t work, i’m finna send hoes (finna send hoes)
i be sippin’ on this juice, poppin’ benzos (ayy, ayy, ayy)
i’m in the streets (i’m in the streets), i stand ten toes (i stand ten toes)
any n*gga in my shoes would’ve been fold (yeah)
and if this rap don’t work, i’m finna send hoes (i’m finna send hoes)
i be sippin’ on this juice, poppin’ benzos (benzos)

[verse 1: bandgang lonnie bands]
hold on, rap still workin’, i’m still sendin’ hoes, huh
i just a b*tch outta frisco, huh
i just served a junkiе out the window
n*gga, we hoppin’ out, we ain’t shootin’ out no windows
got a b*tch from mozzy hood in sacramеnto, huh
and my new b*tch, yeah, she from fresno, huh
my other b*tch, yeah, she swipe discos
and my other b*tch, she like to tote pistols
[verse 2: g.t.]
this that don’t talk, i’m talkin’ thirty*six, old soft
get the load off, then i’m countin’ up at the loft
did some sh*t with the bag, you wouldn’t believe it
if i told you what i did, you would have to see it
tennessee with the warners
i’m at a show on stage with the glock showin’
i’m in tip*top shape, these n*ggas in the way
thousand beans down the way, sold ’em all in a day

[verse 3: bandgang paid will]
ayy, you was in the halls, b*tch, i dropped out
pull up in our section actin’ crazy and get boxed out
told the b*tch make twenty or don’t clock out
say your trap slowed up, i got the right route
still goin’ hard in the same spot
never hear from a n*gga, i’m on the same block
say the word, i’ll come and grab the whole crop
somethin’ extra in the clip, n*gga, i won’t stop

[verse 4: fenix flexin]
what you wanna do? baby, come and choose (come and choose)
i just popped a perc’, shawty want the blues (want the blues)
n*ggas talkin’ crazy, look at how he move (how he move)
i know this n*gga partner, i’ma get him too (i’ma get him too)
yeah, you keep your pistol, but don’t never shoot (don’t never shoot)
how you salty ’bout that b*tch? you need to let her choose (let her choose)
you ain’t shot n0body (d*mn), you ain’t caught no body (ayy)
you ain’t did no dirt (ayy), i ain’t heard about it
[verse 5: ohgeesy]
ysl, fly as h*ll, n*gga, f*ck 12
i’m with beno off the sh*ts, we gon’ give ’em h*ll
i f*ck with rowdy*ass n*ggas that belong in jail
a million pressed xans, get ’em through the mail
boy, i really flip this sh*t, your b*tch, i hit the sh*t
get the cocaine, wrap it up like a christmas gift
boy, i really flip this sh*t, your b*tch, i hit the sh*t
get the cocaine, wrap it up like a christmas gift

- fenix flexin gt lyrics

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