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3200tre - stand on 10 lyrics

[intro: blade man]
(enrgy made this one)
blade man, n+gga

[verse 1: blade man]
you n+ggas cannot be like me, you wasn’t made for this
oh, my lil’ yeah with the yeah, that’s my favorite b+tch
might as well call me lee blade james how i carry sh+t
told a ham to walk inside that bank, stop that scary sh+t
every time a b+tch see me, she like, “it’s really him”
up some dog sh+t real quick and let her get a glimpse
she see me out the rickie owens, said i’m comin’ trim
she a grown b+tch, but i passed her to my brother spin
these n+ggas shouldn’t have no feet ’cause they don’t stand on tеn
my old homie, he an opp, he bеtter stand on ten
flexin’ that lil’ baby+ass roll, that’s a basic ten
his ass thought he was sh+t and bought a basic benz

[verse 2: 3200 tre]
hm, i ain’t good at networkin’, you be makin’ friends
hm, i’ve been in the trap sinnin’, tryna make amends
bro safe like a journal ’cause his paper thin
i don’t got a dollar for a b+tch, but i might save her friend
hm, if we locked in, then you don’t gotta worry
hm, i can’t put you in the game if you ain’t got a jersey
if you don’t wake up every day and hustle, you is not a person
hm, touch my cup and you’ll die, hope the pop was worth it
hm, i make money for no reason, i don’t got a purpose
hm, right now, my name poppin’ up and you don’t gotta search it
if you ain’t got insurance on your car, you can’t stop the searches
i turned that b+tch card off, i just blocked the purchase
[verse 3: blade man]
a n+gga play with my pape’, then he gettin’ murdered
finna set the booth right on fire like this b+tch a furnace
your b+tch always on my d+ck ’cause she know i’m the turntest
every time i buy a gift card, five hundred every purchase
n+gga said that he was on my head, sh+t, i told him merch it
and, n+gga, i don’t want no green, i be sippin’ purple
i just bust in this lil’ b+tch, i ain’t know she was fertile
swung the drac’ at that n+gga, i was tryna hurt him
n+gga want me in the booth, you gotta pay for verses
n+gga, i don’t pop no f+ckin’ beans, i be takin’ perkies
n+gga mad i took his cheese, so i told him murk me
i’ll hit your b+tch off the strength and you gon’ get her a birkin

[verse 4: 3200 tre]
hm, b+tch, i came up off glass, i’m like james worthy
hm, with or without pape’, i’m the same person
you a bad trick, you bought all your b+tches the same purses
hm, your motion slow, you at the crib tryna hang curtains
hm, get off your ass and make some pape’
you wanna be my wife? b+tch, get off your ass and make a play
i ain’t rich, if i buy a b+tch an ass, it better shake
you wanna keep it? make that pape’ back in twenty+seven days
i just flipped a band twenty+seven ways
you been sh+ttin’ on that zip for twenty+seven days
your b+tch don’t even like your d+ck, she said it’s lame
hm, i ain’t wanna bust my wrist, i left it plain

- 3200tre lyrics

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