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terry (hip hop) - 87435 lyrics

[intro]

874 till i blow
35, hope in the street lights
10 is what i represent till my end

[verse 1]

874 till i blow
dreamin’ ’bout making forbes hangin’ on the corner store
pretty girls in the south feedin’ off palm trees
hate on the streets
what do you know ’bout southside?
young g’s throwing up gang signs?
(874 till i blow, 874)
you wanna stay here and you wanna leave
whole city on some yin yang sh-t
one day they love you, the other they talk sh-t
wild things up north district
kids out here gettin’ kids
i know n-gg-s who got the sticks
girls tellin’ lies on our names
pretty motherf-ckers, who can really blame? (wait, wait)
word on the road, we the excrement
pull up in a baby blue audi
minutes later in a different whip you met us in
exhaust screaming, bliss through ignorance
closed circle is how we rotate
we don’t trust, we just conversate
fabio got a crib in central k
but you’ll never really know where we locate
iller at summer is like the best time
chardonnay and red wine
8 hours sober, that’s during bed time
p-ssy over beef, too pretty to fight, bruh
lost angels from the 10
lost angels heading for los angeles
all i need is a mercedes benz
about a billion on the bank
kempten till my end, gang-gang

[hook]

dishonor the 10, that’s a no no
dishonor the 10, that’s a no no
forever the 10, that’s for sure though
forever the 10, that’s for sure though
dishonor the 10, that’s a no no
dishonor the 10, that’s a no no
forever the 10, that’s for sure though
forevrr the 10

[beat switch]

[verse 2]

all eyes on me
it’s hard to stay lowkey
i, i feel the pressure rollin’ through the streets
it hurts in my stomach but i can’t lose my sh-t, yeah
they waiting for me to trip, oh yeah
can’t let that occur, no, no
so much spitefulness in failure
that’s why i’m pimping my behavior
gucci bags might get me some acceptance
saint laurent to create some resistance
blatancy, hennessy and low self esteem
paint the picture, what a beautiful mixture
god, send the keys to the sls
rsvp, ’cause plan c hit the net
i got lotta payments to make
west union some money down to the a
chanel purse, all that for my babe
mama needs a chauffeur, all black escalade
pops needs suits, italian handmade
my brother and sister got an even bigger wishlist
so if you’re listening
god, please start sending some signals

- terry hip hop lyrics

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