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letra de like this - e$p nique

[intro]
ten, ten, ten
yeah
ten, ten, ten
i’m back on deck

[verse 1]
i be all up in my bag but don’t f-ck up my vibe
ima get it how i live ’cause we living to die
me and shawty going dumb got a chick on the side
all my brothers down to ride them my dawgs till i die
nowadays a n-gga fly until i fall out the sky
throwing shade up on the sly these n-ggas really be pie
she be talking like a freak but really she shy
they be talking like they gangsta but really they lie

i am not surprised, solid sh-t that’s my design
solid sh-t be hard to find, they settle for the fraudulent kind
beef i’m not that hard to find, h-llo from the other side
n-gga want that smoke with me, dumb that n-gga probably high
i can’t go to sleep yet, got yo’ woman all in love and we ain’t meet yet
funny how the dopest n-ggas be the rejects
every-time they see us winning they gon’ regret

dumb ass n-ggas, bumb ass ho’s, as i stay on my hustle my knot gon’ grow
it’s that scandalous game but the game i chose
boy these streets be on fire my heart be on cold (yeah)
[chorus]
oooh like this
n-ggas just be mad ’cause they ain’t on no fly sh-t
put me in the game ’cause i don’t plan to ride bench
born with not a thing but we all plan to die rich
oooh like that
far east n-gga put the city on my back
not chasing no money just like chillin on a flat
hundred times ten we just keeping sh-t a stack

[verse 2]
hundred times ten, family motherf-ck a friend
b-tch i been stackin’ up my ends, keep it a thousand to begin

i got bars like xanax, percocet, triple c ho
only ridin’ that way because you chewing on my st–ze ho
when she catch this pressure she be rubbing on my sleeze bro
you ain’t got no hustle i can’t get up in yo sheets ho
surprised you n-ggas missing all these shots, need to reload
i don’t get involved the hustle taught me how to creep low
as i creep slow, pocket rocket creeping through that peep hole
i don’t like to talk that rara sh-t just not my ego

i’ma one up, nah for-real i’ma grind until the sun up
i’m like wassup, i like to mack on a ho that be stuck up
i’m like wassup, everyone around me be a hundred
ten more times, ten more times ten, ten, ten
ten more times, ten more times ten, ten, ten
ten more times, ten more times ten, ten, ten
[chorus]
oooh like this
n-ggas just be mad because they ain’t on no fly sh-t
put me in the game because i don’t plan to ride bench
born with not a thing but we all plan to die rich
oooh like that
far east n-gga put the city on my back
not chasing no money just like chillin on a flat
hundred times ten we just keeping sh-t a stack

[outro]
oooh like this
oooh like that
oooh like this
aye, hundred times ten, ten ten ten
ten ten ten, ten ten ten, ten ten ten
like this
like that

- ep nique

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