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yaeglizzy - 10 milli lyrics

(intro: itgsthree)
i’m talking bout ’round here, f+ck n+gga
it’s the motherf+ckin’ gang
oooh exactly
d+mn jakesand

(verse: itgsthree, yaeglizzy)
b+tch
two glocks in here three chops in here, that’s on my dead people (how we ride)
bro stop right here, tay block right here, let’s chop his dreads even
i got a plate, bro got a plate, you know my man’s eating (gang sh+t)
lemme pull up with that switch, they say my man’s cheating
wait bro who’s he even, he start part time preaching
a n+gga plotting on my top, he tryna meet his demons (he tryna meet em)
if hе tweakin’, i’m with tweakers that’ll lеave em’ bleeding
been put extensions on the glock, this time i’m tryna beam him
they think these bullets made by dre, they got your head beating
ain’t no timing when we slide, we get more than even
all my hoes daddy’s hate me, they can’t stand a n+gga (they can’t)
i tote bl!cks, smoke spliffs, and hang with bad people
i’m with lenny but ? we tote glocks with fifty (a hundred plus)
this xd is gone get busy, need a ten milli
this how we ride out of town, and in the city
and bro got tetris, but they iffy, auntie knows like whitney’s
won’t put a dollar on that man, i’ma catch him out
dreads hot, ski on, so they won’t sketch me out
you want pit, call dob, he can stretch it out
try to finesse, them bullets touch you like a pedophile
won’t pay attention to no fan, the heater cool or hot
and send him fifty in advance before we see the block
she tryna see if i’m the man, she heard my teacher tried
i told her “yes i am” like we the people signs
my b+tch was f+ckin’, i was slippin’, couldn’t peep the signs
i pour some wock and smoke some ‘xotic get a peace of mind
won’t tell the truth, i’d rather lie than go out like quran
i told my b+tch like “get me tatted” so i know it’s mine
ain’t slept in days, pop some x, i do this to get by
my shooter akhi chop a stocky, send him to allah
might pop a twenty off a thirty, tryna’ chase my high
you looking worried, in a hurry, on your way to god
if i shoot, sam shoot, poetry in motion
we gone argue bout the body when the drill over
she said she want a thug n+gga, then send her over
if she going, her friend going, we gone bust em’ open
if it’s true, i’m picking two, they got to be the coldest
that ? going like wooski in that room folding
take a hit all in that sh+t, that pack we still rolling (loud)
he know i had that curry tucked, the thirty steady poking (out)

- yaeglizzy lyrics

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