lirik lagu 10talk pt. 2 - mg sleepy
[intro]
yessir
yeah, come on
i just— i just woke up (alright)
[verse 1]
told my b~tch that i ain’t got no heart, i need a heart surgeon
f~ck around and wreck my srt, was in the car swervin’
see my n~gga shoot his bl!ck, he off and hit the wrong person
i can tell by how you move your bag, you never saw thirty
b~tch, i rap this sh~t i live, you on the song perpin’
f~ck you and f~ck your whole life, wrote it in all cursive
b~tch stroked and broke this b~tch back and left her heart hurtin’
grab a trap phone then beat the block, i bet it start chirpin’
ain’t havin’ motion with no bag, you better start workin’
have my n~gga sell your granny crack and tell her f~ck surgery (like f~ck surgery)
you ever bust a brick down, look like a cut turkey?
tell lil quan don’t pull up by himself, he came with tucked 30 (alright)
[verse 2]
take my shoes off and beat an opp until my thumbs hurtin’
hemi came two hundred on the dash, yeah, this the one turban
burn rubber up, spin in the ‘cat, look like a drunk person
i’m the type to walk up on lil durk and tell him, “f~ck virgil”
apple fritter mixed with turtle pie, alright
apple fritter mixed with turtle pie smell like a skunk squirted
dirty b~tch done sucked a dirty d~ck and now her tongue purple
nike tech off the shiesty ski, i’m ’bout to purge somethin’
[verse 3]
punch a n~gga in his face until it turn purple
how you drop a charger with no hemi? that’s a slow turtle
if he was thuggin’ with the ten, we could’ve saved virgil
white tee, walkin’ in mcqueens but the jeans purple
b~tch keep on tryna eat my nuts, she a d~mn gerbil
lil’ fuddy tweakin’ with the bl!cks makin’ gun circles
ayy, finna serve my n~gga steve, i told him f~ck urkel
lil’ bro done shot so many opps, we had to red~shirt him
in the club punchin’ on the opps with they gun on ’em
two~steppin’ in some big ice, but the guns thermal
b~tch, i am not f~cking raw ’cause you too fertile
let a b~tch say some dumb sh~t then i want wordle
i dropped a chain, bro dropped a chain, and quanno took a chain
we be on everything, get out the way when we walk through the lane (yessir)
the police mad they hit the whip and i ain’t know my name
f~ck you and f~ck them dead n~ggas and f~ck your gang (yessir)
[verse 4]
a n~gga tagged my instagram sayin’ f~ck my page
got my d~ck sucked, this freak b~tch made me bust off brain
if you see me uppin’ racks, then i must got paid
get your head bust for playin’ crazy, tryna touch my chain
clapped him runnin’ down the street, d~mn, i must got aim
told her hurry up and clean the crib, i done rushed my main
f~ck around and crashed the whip, i done rushed my lane
in that night you got your ass beat, you got jumped by lames
break a n~gga playstation ’cause it ain’t no game
get your ass k!lled for tryna rob ’cause i ain’t no stain
the forecast said it’s cloudy, but it ain’t gon’ rain
know a couple b~tches f~ck for dollars that i ain’t gon’ name
you kept it real and told the truth so it ain’t no shame
b~tch, i’m like a lion in the zoo that they ain’t gon’ tame
if i get jammed up with the dude, lawyer paid my way
if i pull up shootin’ and i miss, you got saved by grace (saved by grace)
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