lil durk – ten four lyrics
ya all say you get all to fill that count
have you get my ninfo?
h-llo! how’s this?
won’t sell drug, ain’t no plug
my back is for ya all planny the thug
mama call that cause even if dog
now looking for me looking for bro
that form ooh yeah that’s for bust
and in the tuck thirty six on
three brings, aiin’ sh-t, no remix
i drift come back to ached
and it’s striker, two-two struck out and it ain’t no fight
call seller to wide, he now wanna mess out dog
and it’s ball two million dollar flag
i don’t care cuz i make it right back
in the fency days they all in the back
and these n-gg-s, tricking these b-tches
got ’em all in the truck
forth, forty eight that’s a hobby
high forty eighty thung
two flex got me thuging
one fleet as a body be my mess smoke body
now be mine smoke here bobby
we in the game be all famy
n-gg- spend ooh my
n-gg- spend n-gg-s diam
four time, n-gg- say dug n-gg- ‘when they jam up c
come ..for the pounds up
for the grime i one be and get it run out
how this snitch doing far round
‘like i smoke five blunts
i can have all the bricks i want
i can have all the guns i want
n-gg- have want they want
out of side out of map
hit shut then i’m out of time
bullet take get you out of ball
whole hood let you out of bounds
none day, ninety underground
you wanna stug n-gg- underground
anybody know you are around
anybody know i’m a problem child
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