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dee mula - a 10 lyrics

[intro]
(drop that ++++, tn)

[chorus: dee mula]
yeah, you gon’ go broke tryna put a ten on me (ten, that’s all)
really feel disrespected, you offending me (offending me, dawg)
i know talk is cheap, but that’s too cheap to me (that’s too cheap to me)
i know that’s yo’ b+tch, but she a freak to me (that ho’ a freak to me)
gotta get you a k!ll, you wanna eat with me (go get you a k!ll)
how you start a beef, and tryna speak to me? (mayne, that sh+t ain’t real)
no, we don’t squash sh+t, don’t try to preach to me (don’t try to talk at all, i run with some hittas, they gon’ knock you off)

[verse 1: dee mula]
yeah, yeah, hunnid shots up out a truck (truck)
you know what’s up (up), you know this us (us)
you know it’s up (up), you nice as f+ck (f+ck)
you never been naan one of us (yah)
hate when n+ggas cap for the net (net)
like they got off (got off), never got off (got off)
never shot sh+t, never k!lled sh+t
n+gga, you a whole b+tch (a whole b+tch)
i can tell the way you fell, you never held a stick (never shot)
and i ain’t gotta hire no hitters, i be with ’em b+tch (you know how we rockin’)
catch on me, i’m bussing quick (quick)
when i shoot, i never miss (baw)
i just bought some smoke, it come from trip, it smell like must in ‘pits (ugh)
we ain’t squashin’ sh+t, we want our l!ck back (want our l!ck back) (come ‘ere)
i’m the same one you called for your sh+t back (ha, remember?)
take a n+gga life and throw a kickback (have a kit kat)
then make a post on ig like, “i miss black” (d+mn i miss black)
[chorus: dee mula]
you gon’ go broke tryna put a ten on me (ten, that’s all)
really feel disrespected, you offending me (offending me, dawg)
i know talk is cheap, but that’s too cheap to me (that’s too cheap to me)
i know that’s yo’ b+tch, but she a freak to me (that ho’ a freak to me)
gotta get you a k!ll, you wanna eat with me (go get you a k!ll)
how you start a beef, and tryna speak to me? (mayne, that sh+t ain’t real)
no, we don’t squash sh+t, don’t try to preach to me (don’t try to talk at all, i run with some hittas, they gon’ knock you off)

[verse 2: big homiie g]
you gon’ go broke tryna keep up
might get zipped up playin’ with us
my pockets stuffed, you try to rob
you out of luck, that bl!cky tucked (yeah)
30k in these amiri jeans, they got my pockets tight
me and yg just missed a flight
we overslept, wokeisha night (yeah, wokeisha)
won’t never let up, can’t get set up
by no b+tch, won’t go for that
bet not run off, gon’ leave you flat (flat)
off the strength, i can get you whacked
i’m posted in lil haiti
see, where i’m at, you know they knock sh+t back
nuski control the trap
they hit the block, ricky, hang out the back (skrrt)
b+tches tryna f+ck wit’ me ’cause i’m worth somethin’
the opps know i’ll hurt somethin’
dress up, pull up, and shirt somethin’
you gon’ go broke tryna put a ten on g
won’t let no n+ggas spin on me
might pay lil twist to slime you out
get yo’ address, walk through your house
[chorus: dee mula]
you gon’ go broke tryna put a ten on me (ten, that’s all)
really feel disrespected, you offending me (offending me, dawg)
i know talk is cheap, but that’s too cheap to me (that’s too cheap to me)
i know that’s yo’ b+tch, but she a freak to me (that ho’ a freak to me)
gotta get you a k!ll, you wanna eat with me (go get you a k!ll)
how you start a beef, and tryna speak to me? (mayne that sh+t ain’t real)
no, we don’t squash sh+t, don’t try to preach to me (don’t try to talk at all, i run with some hittas, they gon’ knock you off)

- dee mula lyrics

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