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Lirik 10/10

You expect me to fail
Bitch i'm a ten out of ten
I got the drip thats a ten out of ten
Dex in a cup B ten out of ten
Show after show shawty count all the bands

I'm grindin for life, your stuck in a home
My hands on the money your hands on the phone
You dont fuck wit my shit then i fuck your hoe
Bend on your knees, see whos on the throne

You expect me to fail
Bitch i'm a ten out of ten
I got the drip thats a ten out of ten
Dex in a cup B ten out of ten
Show after show shawty count all the bands

I'm grindin for life, your stuck in a home
My hands on the money your hands on the phone
You dont fuck wit my shit then i fuck your hoe
Bend on your knees, see whos on the throne

Ha Ha you wanna sue me? hold up
Ha Ha you got the mob? introduce me to em
Ha Ha im wit the gang. pull up wit your dad
Ha Ha B over V. thats what they said

I pull out the choppa i show em
One singeshot for a coward
I thought you're high but you lower
Boy you lost all your powers

If you had one bih
Dont say none
Work all day
For a couple dollaz
Just be real i know what you do
Stop all the cap coz you

Expect me to fail
They expect me to fail
Im ten out of ten
Im ten (woah) huh

Expect me to fail
They expect me to fail
Im ten out of ten (woah)
Yeah let mee explain

Mfs cant tell me nothin woah
I was born i was lit
With no gucci prada type shit
I was lit
They cant tell me nothing
Momma said ill be somthin
Tons of hate, ton of hate woah aye they be nothin

Woah Jesus Christ they livin their lies
Lot of gimmick I've been seeing by my eyes
I've been seeing by my eyes
Put my feelings in my pocket
I'll hit you with the twice

I'll hit you wit the twice
Damn bro just gimme the dice
Damn bro 02 and i'm servin
That hoe so thirsty she lurkin

Right, you expect me to fail
Bitch i'm a ten out of ten
You expect me to fail
Bitch i'm a ten out of ten

Why you tryna be my sunshine
Cold heart boy with his mic up
H on my belt designer
It's yanhe with the heat

Why you tryna be my sunshine
Cold heart boy with his mic up
H on my belt designer
It's yanhe with the heat

I'm slayin all the pussy
I slide like i'm toosie
She lick on my dick ballin since a jit
Flip all the money
I'm ballin like kd
I know all the problem keep landing on me
I know the dolla
I need all the comma
I fuckin on bitch just to get me a sleep
Flex all my prada
I get all the comma
I get all i wanna but i'm still poppin pills

I need the throne bitch money on the phone
She keep callin me next day shawty want me gone
I need the throne bitch money on the phone
Baby where you at come at me let's ride along