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ten toes - rozz dyliams lyrics

[hook: sortahuman]
posted up is how i be
on ten toes like a g
posted up is how i be
on ten toes like a g
x2
n-ggas hate it when i’m broke
hoes love me hoes love me love me

[verse 1: dylan ross]
got the lighter got the gas
got the mask i was sent
to this earth to destroy every person in my f-cking path
i chop you up and fit you neatly in this garbage bag
send it to your mother with a note that says it’s from your dad
i’m in the back
with an ak and a strap
i walk up to your house and blow your -ss up off the map
with smgs up in the hood to make em bounce back
strip you down
barrels to your head baby bounce back
a [?] offered to k!ll himself for an ounce of crack
lift the floor boards up
show me the pounds of that
take the 40 out the trunk
and the 2-6 out the bag
[?] stop to make you drop it off
i ain’t out to brag
only real buck knights know how to give a proper death
dislocate your arm and make you do the bankhead bounce with that
arm and hammer hammer head
he who sell me bammer dead
cold-blooded k!ller on cops i’m bustin shots off at the camera man

[hook]

[verse 2: sortahuman]
all the time be on beat
say ten toes like feet and concrete
hoes love me and say they want me
talk raunchy blow up west at march key
so diabolical girls think about me
while they shampoo with their follicles
so astronomical haters so comical
claim to be ballin but claims are just nominal
now what
back to the stacks
storm bout the tracks
[?] crack in the sacks
posted in the lab with my ball in my bags
i don’t get my mind tryna focus on tasks
[?] like the liquor in the [?]
can’t be like why
cuz you shouldn’t even ask (ask, ask)
shouldn’t even have to ask
these are just facts ten toes in the game
we don’t wanna make raps
rollin stones with the [?]
always stay in the lab
posted up that’s how i be it’s a fact
haters gon’ hate it
when we doin good
hoes gon hate it when were motherf-ckin broke
fairweather friends tend to disappear
when there’s no weed in the jar to smoke
cuz i keep the haters that make you choke
[?] up in the waffle house ain’t no coat
i’m so stoked
that’s how i feel
a day in the life with some fools from the [?]
some cats tend to fall off on the pill
others become slaves to the dollar bill
we are not the same as none of these lames
love doin what we doin
sortahuman is chill

[hook]

- rozz dyliams lyrics

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