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letra de 10 toes down - billionaire burke

[chorus]
yeah, ten toes down (whoa), i’ma always stand tall
since a jit (woo), all i want to do is ball
new ferrari (woo), aston martin, yeah, i want it all (yeah)
on the corner, pitchin’ hard, i’m tryna duck the law
p-ssy n-gga, i suggest you don’t play (don’t)
don’t play, don’t play, don’t play with me (no)
p-ssy n-gga (woo), i suggest you don’t play (yeah, yeah)
don’t play, don’t play, don’t play with me

[verse 1]
yeah, i been trappin’ tryna get a whole ki’ (whole)
yeah, and i’m from the set so they don’t play with me (don’t play)
we the jets, we the set, we be throwin’ bs (bloodhound)
we hop out, pull out mops, think we mr. clean (woo)
50 round drums, in the nawf, we call it nuts (in the nawf)
h-ll cats, all white, peanut b-tter guts
them boys be knockin’ off y’all trap, but they don’t play with us
it’s 223 up in this b-tch and all my slimeys bus
12 roll p-ss the strip, you know the sh-t is hot (woo, woo)
i’m talking 400 degrees like a new orleans block
shout out turk, shout out juve’, wayne the f-ckin’ mayne (whoa)
and free that n-gg’ bg up off the chain gang (woo)

[chorus]
yeah, ten toes down, i’ma always stand tall
since a jit, all i want to do is ball
new ferrari, aston martin, yeah, i want it all (yeah)
on the corner, pitchin’ hard, i’m tryna duck the law
p-ssy n-gga, i suggest you don’t play (don’t play)
don’t play, don’t play, don’t play with me (no)
p-ssy n-gga (whoa), i suggest you don’t play (don’t play)
don’t play, don’t play, don’t play with me (no)

[verse 2]
yeah, i come from the jungle, i be with the apes (whoa)
since this rap sh-t started workin’, i can sense the hate (where the hate?)
everybody talkin’ what they gon’ do to me
my comment section full of jokes, talkin’ diff comedy
hahaha, what you n-ggas know about the f-ckin’ curve? (whoa)
my mama kicked me out the nest like i’m a f-ckin’ bird
i be talkin’ what i live, you talk ’bout what you heard (whoa)
so i don’t listen to your sh-t, and i don’t be concerned
’cause when the heat is on, half you n-ggas transform
workin’ for them people tryna get a n-gga life gone
told ’em where the bricks was at
told ’em who got clipped or clapped
then you got a record deal, and actin’ like you never rat

- billionaire burke

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