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10ta lil a - jo swisher lyrics

tse e2+
f+ck hoes freak my ft and go and make chicken
and i’ll up switch and put this b+tch on you like n+gga stop trippin
this a 2 3 call it the jordan gun it’s filled wit scott pippen
up a double jab and hit him in his face like sugar ray lenord
(n+gga)
ain’t goin broke cause im a paid n+gga
told them broke n+ggas go get they muscle up cause i’m a weight lifter
wit my n+gga ronald davis in the cut he trynna paint n+ggas
told my fire head to meet me on the ave i’m at the lane wit it

10ta lil a+
(ok)
hoped out fresh as h+ll you see my chains hittin
thuggin in the hood it ain’t safe where you can’t kick it
stop the car we hoppin out on feet we finna chasе n+ggas
never heard about you in thе city you a lame n+gga
i’ll never chase a hoe cause i don’t chase liquor
swing the cat and did a burn out and hit the back fender
freak b+tch done walked into the dog and did a back bender
you can’t even ride wit me if you don’t clap n+ggas
100 bands ya i really made it off a jack n+gga
50 bands i can probably make that in the trap wit ya
spin around and then i step back and send a whole missile
seen a opp i done pressed down it was no issue
ice on im in here cold like a whole igloo
why you blowin up that b+tch phone man she don’t miss you
tse e2+
(n+gga)
back up before the pole hit you
up bl!ck and watch me aim across the street i got scope wit me
thot b+tch i had to pass her to the oops cause she like broke n+ggas
and my white boy he’ll choke you by the neck he gotta rope wit em
watch me euro step and do a spin around and pull out no dribble
no cap i had a petty ass zip and made a bowl wit it
(n+gga)
smoke dead oops right out the jo swisher
take your main b+tch and f+cked her face
and you a toe l!cker
real aggressive wit it beat her dunies down im off of no liquor
threw a right hook and threw a double jab this b+tch a pole hitter
f+ck a smack down i’ll beat n+ggas ass i’m off the ropes wit it

10ta lil a+
(alright)
the way my n+gga swing the cat
he like a pro spinin
up pole and walk a n+gga down and shoot from close distance (ok)
i heard your older homie told he got a long sentence
when we see the boys we hit the allys and we jump fences
last n+gga walked up on the gang now his face missing
in the club beatin on the oops in this b+tch trippin
cartier the big face yeah it’s a big difference
look down and you might hurt your eyes cause this b+tch hittin

- 10ta lil a lyrics

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