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letra de 10,000 hours - m huncho

[intro:]
yeah, yeah
‘lin, ‘lin
‘lin, ‘lin
‘lin, ‘lin

[chorus:]
yeah, yeah
straight out the block, and i do what i wanna
run my own lines, i ain’t ever been runner
smoking zutopia, all through the summer
i’m puttin’ on for myself and my borough
jump out the plane, got the car at the front and the trunks at the front, yee (front, yee)
roll up a plane, a paper plane, i ain’t smoking no blunts, yee (yee)

[verse:]
it’s hard to lock in when you mentally suffer
three grams in a crusher, i share with my brothers (share with my brothers)
you might go to the gym, but this g17 gonna tear through the muscles (yeah)
it’s crazy they think there’s no repercussions for some of the sh-t that you say
i’m in love with my b-tch, but it’s got to a point, if she leaves, i ain’t making her stay (i ain’t making her stay)
i got problems, i know and i try talk about it through songs
i’m still doing some good in my life, i’m righting my wrongs, yeah (yeah, yeah)
for some people, this sh-t’s entertainment, for me it’s as real as it gets (real as it gets)
this watch came with diamonds, i promise you that they are factory set (factory set)
i’m shooting my shot at the b-tch, i’m hitting nothing but net (swish)
i’m here for my dawgs, when they need me, i’m a professional vet
professional vet, yee (yee), life’s a roulette, yee (yee)
jump out the audi, yee (uh) into the benz, yee
straight out the corner lil’ b-tch, i done my 10,000 hours lil’ b-tch (yeah)
i put my woman in ricks, never do that for no any lil’ b-tch (b-tch)
this ain’t no holiday inn, we up in the room at the top of the ritz (at the top of the ritz)
i really cherish my kid, i’m really outside and i’m minding my business (my business)
[chorus:]
straight out the block, and i do what i wanna
run my own lines, i ain’t ever been runner
smoking zutopia, all through the summer
i’m puttin’ on for myself and my borough
jump out the plane, got the car at the front and the trunks at the front, yee (front, yee)
roll up a plane, a paper plane, i ain’t smoking no blunts, yee (yee)

[outro:]
straight out the block, and i do what i wanna
run my own lines, i ain’t ever been runner
smoking zutopia, all through the summer
i’m puttin’ on for myself and my borough
jump out the plane, got the car at the front and the trunks at the front, yee (front, yee)
roll up a plane, a paper plane, i ain’t smoking no blunts

- m huncho

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