Come to the show with an O on my nuts
Shit was to sell, not to roll up a dutch
But I might budge cuz my bro was too much
"You got 8ths in the bag"
Bro you knowing too much
8ths in the bag not for you, they for them
The shit that I'm selling to them got the stems
The shit at the crib have you coughing up phlegm
So you do the math, don't you dare pretend you a dummy
"Ok, HAN you apparently funny"
Yea, that's why I'm ten outta ten
Ten outta ten I don't break but I bend bitches over and over and over again
Remind myself that I was chosen again to prevent all these methods of coping and shit
He won't act tough, he not close to the blick
He don't gotta ghost, then he ghost in this bitch
Temperature high right now, I can tell it
And we all high right now, you can smell it
You gotta facade that'll make a nigga jealous
"What that mean"
Cannot give a nigga credit
That nigga fold on you faster than heavy hit cotton
Just remember that I said it
That nigga fold on you faster than heavy hit cotton
Just remember that I said it
So please don't play on my name like that again
I hawk, spit all on the beat
I sign my name with a ballpoint pen
I pimps this, on the board
I sprain my vocal chords
Tryna tell muh f*ckas
Please don't provoke O Lord
Lil O solely chose tryna touch my scores
I Kamehameha, I treat those killers like a promenade
Momma said "Don't stress the kid"
But I put my cousins on
Kurt Angle, hit ropes and gold
This ain't limbo, this golden
So I ain't nimble if you don't know
This is Jerseys finest
Do what you want but it sure ain't kindness
And the fools gonna look like it's Frankie Lymon
On that bitch like a teeter totter
Add a little onomatopoeia to the "booms" to the "pows"
Like a black eye peas to the dudes in the crowd
Don't let me in with the loud
Cuz we tripping and they kicking us out
Wait, uh
Don't know what else to say, uh
On this bitch like Play, uh
I don't kid, just play, uh
Temperature high right now, I can tell it
And we all high right now, you can smell it
You gotta facade that'll make a nigga jealous
"What that mean"
Cannot give a nigga credit
That nigga fold on you faster than heavy hit cotton
Just remember that I said it
That nigga fold on you faster than heavy hit cotton
Just remember that I said it
Big HAN - 10 outta 10 (feat. Sol ChYld) Lyrics
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Come to the show with an O on my nuts
Shit was to sell, not to roll up a dutch
But I might budge cuz my bro was too much
"You got 8ths in the bag"
Bro you knowing too much
8ths in the bag not for you, they for them
The shit that I'm selling to them got the stems
The shit at the crib have you coughing up phlegm
So you do the math, don't you dare pretend you a dummy
"Ok, HAN you apparently funny"
Yea, that's why I'm ten outta ten
Ten outta ten I don't break but I bend bitches over and over and over again
Remind myself that I was chosen again to prevent all these methods of coping and shit
He won't act tough, he not close to the blick
He don't gotta ghost, then he ghost in this bitch
Temperature high right now, I can tell it
And we all high right now, you can smell it
You gotta facade that'll make a nigga jealous
"What that mean"
Cannot give a nigga credit
That nigga fold on you faster than heavy hit cotton
Just remember that I said it
That nigga fold on you faster than heavy hit cotton
Just remember that I said it
So please don't play on my name like that again
I hawk, spit all on the beat
I sign my name with a ballpoint pen
I pimps this, on the board
I sprain my vocal chords
Tryna tell muh f*ckas
Please don't provoke O Lord
Lil O solely chose tryna touch my scores
I Kamehameha, I treat those killers like a promenade
Momma said "Don't stress the kid"
But I put my cousins on
Kurt Angle, hit ropes and gold
This ain't limbo, this golden
So I ain't nimble if you don't know
This is Jerseys finest
Do what you want but it sure ain't kindness
And the fools gonna look like it's Frankie Lymon
On that bitch like a teeter totter
Add a little onomatopoeia to the "booms" to the "pows"
Like a black eye peas to the dudes in the crowd
Don't let me in with the loud
Cuz we tripping and they kicking us out
Wait, uh
Don't know what else to say, uh
On this bitch like Play, uh
I don't kid, just play, uh
Temperature high right now, I can tell it
And we all high right now, you can smell it
You gotta facade that'll make a nigga jealous
"What that mean"
Cannot give a nigga credit
That nigga fold on you faster than heavy hit cotton
Just remember that I said it
That nigga fold on you faster than heavy hit cotton
Just remember that I said it
Shit was to sell, not to roll up a dutch
But I might budge cuz my bro was too much
"You got 8ths in the bag"
Bro you knowing too much
8ths in the bag not for you, they for them
The shit that I'm selling to them got the stems
The shit at the crib have you coughing up phlegm
So you do the math, don't you dare pretend you a dummy
"Ok, HAN you apparently funny"
Yea, that's why I'm ten outta ten
Ten outta ten I don't break but I bend bitches over and over and over again
Remind myself that I was chosen again to prevent all these methods of coping and shit
He won't act tough, he not close to the blick
He don't gotta ghost, then he ghost in this bitch
Temperature high right now, I can tell it
And we all high right now, you can smell it
You gotta facade that'll make a nigga jealous
"What that mean"
Cannot give a nigga credit
That nigga fold on you faster than heavy hit cotton
Just remember that I said it
That nigga fold on you faster than heavy hit cotton
Just remember that I said it
So please don't play on my name like that again
I hawk, spit all on the beat
I sign my name with a ballpoint pen
I pimps this, on the board
I sprain my vocal chords
Tryna tell muh f*ckas
Please don't provoke O Lord
Lil O solely chose tryna touch my scores
I Kamehameha, I treat those killers like a promenade
Momma said "Don't stress the kid"
But I put my cousins on
Kurt Angle, hit ropes and gold
This ain't limbo, this golden
So I ain't nimble if you don't know
This is Jerseys finest
Do what you want but it sure ain't kindness
And the fools gonna look like it's Frankie Lymon
On that bitch like a teeter totter
Add a little onomatopoeia to the "booms" to the "pows"
Like a black eye peas to the dudes in the crowd
Don't let me in with the loud
Cuz we tripping and they kicking us out
Wait, uh
Don't know what else to say, uh
On this bitch like Play, uh
I don't kid, just play, uh
Temperature high right now, I can tell it
And we all high right now, you can smell it
You gotta facade that'll make a nigga jealous
"What that mean"
Cannot give a nigga credit
That nigga fold on you faster than heavy hit cotton
Just remember that I said it
That nigga fold on you faster than heavy hit cotton
Just remember that I said it
Writer: Cheston Bulgin, Sol ChYld
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid