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los and nutty & babyface ray - i thought 10 was enough lyrics

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[intro: wb nutty]
(olympic)
i’ma f+ck with you, let’s get it, n+gga, yeah

[chorus: wb nutty]
ayy, uh, coppin’ ten, thought it was somethin’ (yeah)
k!lled ’em workin’ with budgets (huh?)
i ain’t been servin’ my heads (why?), they been treatin’ me funny (hah)
takin’ pictures with money (why?), knowin’ i’m just gon’ cop (yeah)
say i’m k!llin’ my image, i been chillin’ in spots (n+gga)
first one in the streets, last one goin’ in
couple days, i’m done, then do this sh+t all again (for real)
dope game, it ain’t fun (why?), ‘less you got you a ten (skrrt)
my youngin just hit the road, say he comin’ back with a benz
and i don’t blame him

[post+chorus: wb nutty & los]
naw, for real
i don’t blame you, n+gga
sh+t, i don’t blame him (real talk)
i don’t blame you (yeah, ayy), ayy (come on, yeah)

[verse 1: los]
nothin’ less than a hundred k a month, what you can do in a week? (what you can do in a week?)
light twenty on your top if n+ggas thinkin’ it’s sweet (bah+bah+bah+bah)
we gon’ make they shirt red like they root for the chiefs (like they root for the chiefs)
nine times out of ten, she got her heart on her sleeve (ayy)
know i’m a cold n+gga, that’s what it is (yeah)
word to tone biz (my n+gga), made a k!lling at raquel crib (at raquel crib)
see, i’ve been lookin’ in the mirror, tryna soak up some game (tryna soak up some)
she got “kareem” tatted on her ass and that ain’t my name (that ain’t my name)
street politics (politics)
n+gga, you into it or you out this sh+t? (you out this sh+t)
he sellin’ books, but he on house arrest (he on house arrest)
can’t take a break until my mama set (nope)
i’m fifty+state shorty (yeah)
sh+t goin’ for the high if i put my face on it (n+gga)
b+tch asked do i love her? i told her wait on it (b+tch, wait on it)
but really i ain’t say nothin’ (i ain’t say nothin’)
sh+t goin’ good, but ain’t no real money (ain’t no real money)
like f+ck n+ggas’ budgets (f+ck ’em)
copped ten, thought that lil’ sh+t was somethin’, huh?
[chorus: wb nutty]
ayy, uh, coppin’ ten, thought it was somethin’ (yeah)
k!lled ’em workin’ with budgets (huh?)
i ain’t been servin’ my heads (why?), they been treatin’ me funny (hah)
takin’ pictures with money (why?), knowin’ i’m just gon’ cop (yeah)
say i’m k!llin’ my image, i been chillin’ in spots (n+gga)
first one in the streets, last one goin’ in
couple days, i’m done, then do this sh+t all again (for real)
dope game, it ain’t fun (why?), ‘less you got you a ten (skrrt)
my youngin just hit the road, say he comin’ back with a benz

[verse 2: babyface ray & wb nutty]
came from the ground, tryna reach for the sky (and i don’t blame him)
late nights, early mornings, i’ll sleep when i die (naw, for real, i don’t blame you, n+gga)
you know this sh+t like ripley’s, believe it or not (and i don’t blame him, i don’t blame him)
believe half of what you see and none of that sh+t that they pop
wake up, kickin’ ’em out, they say stand on the business
conference call from the couch, makin’ better decisions
and i don’t blame you, young n+gga, i remember the feeling
yeah, ain’t n0body gon’ save you, n+gga, get up, go get it
gotta watch for the players, the hustlers, gritters
all you shiesty+ass n+ggas who finesse for a living
these goofy+ass n+ggas can’t convince me they with it
sn+tch a groupie+ass b+tch and she get left for my n+ggas
i thought ten was enough, i thought n+ggas was real
plain more than your bust, tell them lil’ n+ggas chill
[chorus: wb nutty]
coppin’ ten, thought it was somethin’ (yeah)
k!lled ’em workin’ with budgets (huh?)
i ain’t been servin’ my heads (why?), they been treatin’ me funny (hah)
takin’ pictures with money (why?), knowin’ i’m just gon’ cop (yeah)
say i’m k!llin’ my image, i been chillin’ in spots (n+gga)
first one in the streets, last one goin’ in (olympic)
couple days, i’m done, then do this sh+t all again (for real)
dope game, it ain’t fun (why?), ‘less you got you a ten (skrrt)
my youngin just hit the road, say he comin’ back with a benz
and i don’t blame him

[post+chorus: wb nutty]
naw, for real
i don’t blame you, n+gga
and i don’t blame him
i don’t blame you



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