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digga d - ten years' time lyrics

[intro]
this instrumental’s hard
in ten year’s time if i end up like my man

[verse 1]
in ten years’ time if i end up like my man
i’m a failure
you wanna know what’s ten times crazier
someone ten years younger shaved him up
tell someone over them sides wake him up
never see a man with a ++++ move shakier
bring the long nose outta’ the glee
++++
[verse 2]
make sure it’s just music
let me find out it’s more than that and ima’ lose it
make your choicе and choose it
can’t figure out if i’m chatting bout you, wear it if thе shoes fit
++++ go straight to the net, saying that they don’t do it for the net
is it crack? are you stupid?
he could barely breathe, he woulda’ thought outside was humid
why you talk so much you little broken condom?
you don’t want that problem
all of my shoes got laces, no latex but my gloves on
all of the bully gettin’ ++++, race off the glock won’t stop till the cut’s gone
catch a m and fly out to yard, in my string vest, smoking ++++ with my crocs on

[verse 3]
if your c+nt ain’t wet, i won’t trouble it, yo, gyal, open your mouth, let me cum in it
this little b+tch wanna boom off my c+cky after she finished the boom with the rum in it
i won’t roll with my gun for the fun of it, the car behind got a f+ckin’ gun in it
one had a whistle and one had a beam, but i need a ++++ with a f+ckin’ drum in it (grrr)

[verse 4]
the feds had me livin’ in fear, the reason i ain’t ching something in over a year
took a train from paddington, grub, had bare, just seen two p+ssio jakes tryna stare
cheats that grub, clutch that gear
they won’t let man go if this sh+t goes pair
my circle small, just ++++ the square, and we brought that package with care
[verse 5]
i can’t relax in this condition, with all this flakin’ hair
the b+tter i got come lookin’ like share, in country, the f+cks to spare, i ain’t swingin’ no ++++
im’ swingin’ my spare, not revealing my nank, til’ i get up near
but he turned to a dasher, “hold there”, i’ll swing my splasher, and ruin the clothes that he wear
he came ’round wavin’ his fire in the air, beef with chickens thats where
fill it, or still get chingy right there, know the nine cheap gold, didn’t come from clear
++++
that’s why they hate this jareer

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