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yung ten - lost souls lyrics

[intro]
ayy, man, f+ck all that talkin’, n+gga
i ain’t even tryna hear sh+t you sayin’ (f+ck outta here)
b+tch+ass n+ggas always runnin’ they mouth (shut the f+ck up)
man, these n+ggas hoes—sneak dissin’, can’t even say my name (p+ssy)
man, f+ck all y’all, n+gga, i’m doin’ me, f+ck is you talkin’ ’bout?

[verse]
man, i just woke up, dropped a hit, this sh+t too f+ckin’ easy (too easy)
i don’t need no pen, no pad, n+gga, i’m freestylin’, believe me (b+tch)
i got rick owens on my b+tch, yeah, she bad, dripped out in cc (chanel)
run up talkin’ reckless, p+ssy boy get smoked like a bic (b+tch, what’s up?)
ayy, i just poured up a four of that wock’ (that drank)
b+tch on my d+ck, she givin’ me top (sloppy)
opp n+gga talk, we slide with them glocks (boom)
he act tough, but that boy is a fraud (fake+ass n+gga)
man, i know they don’t understand me, but b+tch, i don’t give a f+ck (f+ck you)
they like, “why you look so mad?” b+tch, i just had enough (had enough)
ayy, two b+tches fightin’ over my d+ck, like this family feud (what the f+ck?)
n+gga talkin’ crazy, pull up on his block, now his mama confused (yeah)
they like, “ten, you switched up?” man, f+ck your gang, y’all n+ggas ain’t true (b+tch+ass n+ggas)
some n+ggas stole from me, some n+ggas folded, that sh+t ain’t new (p+ssy)
man, i peeped that sh+t, n+ggas move funny, i don’t even trust my own clique (fake)
boy thought the opps was gon’ snake him, whole time, his mans a b+tch (clown+ass n+gga)
i done seen some sh+t that made me load this f+ckin’ clip (on gang)
they ain’t real, they just actin’—fake angelic, suck my d+ck (suck it, hoe)
man, i really do this sh+t, i don’t even try (nah)
f+cked so many hoes last night, i forgot who the f+ck was mine (d+mn)
i just got a check today, i ain’t gon’ lie, i blew that sh+t (10k)
pulled up to a opp crib, they ain’t know we moved in (we in here)
b+tches choosin’, i ain’t trippin’, i ain’t cuffin’, i ain’t losin’ (f+ck that)
i got way too many racks, n+gga, i’m up, i do this (i do this)
my bro sippin’ that wock’—he leanin’, can’t even walk (leanin’)
n+gga say he want smoke, we pull up and let that choppa talk (brrr)
[outro]
ayy, shout out taz, shout out nick
you know how the f+ck we comin’, b+tch+ass n+gga
stay the f+ck out my way, man, y’all some hoes
big racks, big glocks, i ain’t playin’ with none of y’all n+ggas

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