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10cellphones - too big lyrics

[intro]
[?]
f+ck wrong with these n+ggas, man?
i don’t know (what’s good, geeohhs?)

[chorus]
everybody hatin’ on 10
like, “d+mn, he keep goin’ in” (f+ck ’em)
paranoid, i’ma stay wit’ a cig
f+ck n+gga, get smoked like a cig (grrah)
tryna get out the little ass city
no life for really, i’m way too big (let’s go)
i do this for real, no this sh+t not a skit
you play with my money, my shooter gon’ skitz (let’s go)
you play with my time, i’m throwin’ a fit
it ain’t take me no time to throw on this fit (no cap)
and you know i’ma shine, these diamonds gon’ hit
i get in my bag, they pop out like mix (bet, bet)
get the f+ck out the trap boy, i know you a snitch
glock go “frrrt,” that bi’h got a glitch (grrah)
yeah that boy sleep when n0body got hit (nah)
don’t play with me n+gga, you know i don’t miss (don’t miss)

[verse]
i’m fightin’ these cases, all these charges, d+mn this sh+t looking bad for me (godd+mn)
they just want these bands from me
i’m good as long as i got a couple grand on me (nah for real)
no cap, these n+ggas wouldn’t even dare to put they hands on me (yeah no)
open yo’ chest with r.i.p.’s
these n+ggas food like mickey d’s (n+gga)
you want some bands? i get you right, n+gga, come paint msrp
i spin yo’ block, ar+15
i like grenades and srt’s (i—yeah)
i cpn like f+ck police
my trap be jumpin’, sh+t od (no cap)
i got way too much sh+t on me
no cap, i put that sh+t on me (on me)
this n+gga tried to buy a feature, but the verse was way too weak (why?)
i told him, “it’s gon’ be a day,” but really, it’s a couple weeks (godd+mn)
this lil’ b+tch keep on blowin’ my phone up, tryna hear some unreleased
you better approach that boy with caution ’cause i got that gun on me
[chorus]
everybody hatin’ on 10 (why?)
like, “d+mn, he keep goin’ in” (d+mn)
paranoid, i’ma stay wit’ a cig
f+ck n+gga, get smoked like a cig (f+ck n+gga)
tryna get out the little ass city
no life for really, i’m way too big (let’s go)
i do this for real, no this sh+t not a skit
you play with my money, my shooter gon’ skitz (don’t play)
you play with my time, i’m throwin’ a fit (don’t play)
it ain’t take me no time to throw on this fit (nah, nah)
and you know i’ma shine, these diamonds gon’ hit
i get in my bag, they pop out like mix (godd+mn)
get the f+ck out the trap boy, i know you a snitch (yeah)
glock go “frrrt,” that bi’h got a glitch (grrah, grrah)
yeah that boy sleep when n0body got hit
don’t play with me n+gga, you know i don’t miss (don’t play with me, n+gga)

[outro]
f+ck wrong with these n+ggas, man?
this sh+t really crazy as h+ll, man, like
these n+ggas really must’ve really lost they mind, man
godd+mn

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