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10fifty i luv ya - yung mal lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah
(10fifty, i love you)

[chorus]
10fifty, i love you
s 550, woodgrain inside, sh*t look like a dresser
seen so many real n*ggas die
started lookin’ at life different
ho said she love you, she lied
you trust that ho, boy, you trippin’
n*ggas so broke, can’t pay attention
i’m good on the west coast
hundreds all blue, n*gga, long live nipsey
sometimes i be wantin’ to crash out, boy, this sh*t get temptin’
but i came too far and i can’t let a f*ck n*gga trick me
yes, i might f*ck with him
but i f*ck with them from a distance
chasin’ that money, i get it
i’m on the way, it don’t matter the distancе
they all on my page, wanna see how i’m livin’
’round my way, sh*t really gеt risky
i get them racks, handle that business

[verse]
spend so many racks, sh*t make me dizzy
car so fast, hit the gas and lift it
gotta keep my foot on they neck ’til i k!ll ’em
came straight out the dirt, wanna know how i did it
i stay on my grind, i ain’t got no time to be waitin’ for no n*gga
when they hold out they hand, then i hold up middle fingers
f*ck ’em, they wouldn’t have sh*t for me neither
when it come to fans, got me paranoid
told my brother, “man, watch these people”
i don’t got no ho in my heart
i used to be nice, but they tried, that sh*t made me evil
i don’t give a f*ck ’bout the money, i didn’t have a dime, i make this lil’ sh*t look easy
sometimes this sh*t get hard, i hop in the car by myself and i roll up some weed
free mel, free juggman trey, fatboy did not tell
know they hate and they plot, but i dare ’em
this not a bowling alley, why would the h*ll i spare ’em?
f*ck ’em, spray ’em, air force my range
i’m way in the air, i cannot see ’em
he used to be gang, now he can’t hang over here
that chopper been singin’, it hit you all in your ear
ooh, sh*t, i just flipped a switch
make ’em dance, tok*tik
ooh, ooh, sh*t, tiktok
i heard they stop listenin’ to weak*ass rappers when my sh*t drop
put a gangster lil’ b*tch on ’em
she gon’ give him the head, fool, now we got the drop
[chorus]
10fifty, i love you
s 550, woodgrain inside, sh*t look like a dresser
seen so many real n*ggas die
started lookin’ at life different
ho said she love you, she lied
you trust that ho, boy, you trippin’
n*ggas so broke, can’t pay attention
i’m good on the west coast
hundreds all blue, n*gga, long live nipsey
sometimes i be wantin’ to crash out, boy, this sh*t get temptin’
but i came too far and i can’t let a f*ck n*gga trick me
yes, i might f*ck with him
but i f*ck with them from a distance
chasin’ that money, i get it
i’m on the way, it don’t matter the distance
they all on my page, wanna see how i’m livin’
’round my way, sh*t really get risky
i get them racks, handle that business

- yung mal lyrics

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