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ten toes - roc marciano lyrics

[intro: roc marciano]
uh, yeah, you know we smoking the finest baby
pimpstead b*tch, uh, ball b*tch
never f*ckin’ with no ball b*tch
know’m sayin? word up b*tch, choose or keep it hoppin’ hoe
you already know, lets go

[verse: roc marciano]
my talk game, sautee
sauce is made by my friends saucier
austrian made, lady marmalade the chain cost an arm and leg
look r*t*rded on the neck
i’m talkin’ net worth you talking on the net
talkin’ this and talkin’ that, but in that porsche i be talkin’ less
b*tches don’t be talkin’ back
f*ckin’ on that five thousand dollar water bed
successfully, carjack your sh*t with no pulley
pull up in that bullet, with your woman
hoes be like “oh no, he didn’t”, with no cеiling, they gon’ feel it
home*sk!llet, kеnneth cole’s ten toes in em’
you’re left in the cold trembling, like a penguin
mercedes*benz with the gold emblem, olde english
james bond: goldfinger, go figure, polo f*ck that hilfiger
my b*tch got the illest figure you should go and tip her
hoes bicker, i’m pourin’ liquor; on a stripper, sl!cker ralph lauren slipper
snickerin’ in somethin’ foreign, twirlin’ swishers
[hook: roc marciano]
i’m ten toes down you can’t stop my shine
your b*tch out of pocket i keep my hoes in line
we took that oath and now we both gon’ grind
she needs my dough, yeah she holds my nine
i’m ten toes down you can’t stop my shine
we took that oath and now we both gon’ grind
she needs my dough, yeah she holds my *
(talk to these hoes pirate)

[bridge: knowledge the pirate]
sh*t, a blind man can see that a woman need a man, like an arm need a hand (yeah, uh huh)
i’m too intellectual man, you can’t fool me man anything else is h0m*s*xual (listen, p.i.m.p)
sh*t, every pimp need a hoe man, i love her, she love me, i ain’t no sucker
i’m a bad motherf*cker man, check me out (pirate) listen

[verse: knowledge the pirate]
she can see i got it, it’s all in her fiber optics
trips to the tropics (lets go baby)
shrimp and lobster, she wanna dine with a mobster (sh*t you can)
on the coast of costa rica
she polish my pistol and cultivates my reefer
louis this, gucci that, ferragamo sneakers
we fresh like everyday it’s easter, listen (uh)
i’m rich b*tch she move that mary jane, married to the game
cross them state lines she carried ‘caine
rockin’ vera w*ng, “bosses b*tch” carved in her chain
versace frames, louis luggage hoppin’ off the plane
my bottom b*tch is tame, she stays in her lane
she sees the bigger picture so i can’t be framed
she twists’s up my swishers and she reps my gang
paid off her college tuition for moving them things
[outro bridge: knowledge the pirate]
yeah, yeah, uh huh, that’s how we do when we get too it
daily operations, listen (listen, uh)

[outro/hook: knowledge the pirate]
i’m ten toes down you can’t stop my shine
your b*tch out of pocket i keep my hoes in line
we made that oath and now we both gon’ grind
she needs my dough but yeah she holds my nine
i’m ten toes down you can’t stop my shine
your b*tch out of pocket i keep my hoes in line
we made that oath and now we both gon’ grind
she needs my dough but yeah she holds my nine

she’s ten toes down, she’s ten toes down, she’s ten toes down

- roc marciano lyrics

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