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letra de 10 homies - shakewell

[intro: shakewell & fat nick]
nine times out of ten, they do that same sh-t (pop, pop, pop!)
workin’ for the weekend? nah, i’m workin’ for a sp-ceship (whoop)
ten out of ten, they on that lame sh-t (pop, pop, pop!)
shoot ’em in their knot and do that lane switch
ayo, lil mexico, p-ss the gas!
whoop, ayy, yeah, ayy, whoop, ah-ah, yeah
big juice tha sip

[verse 1: shakewell]
only blue strips, you a basic -ss rapper (haha-ha)
ten, twenty, fifty, hunnids, i’m a real life trapper (huhu-hu)
real life loonie losin’ it, i’m havin’ a crisis (okay!)
whole clique strapped up, b-tch we lookin’ like isis (troom, troom, troom, troom!)
30 deep when i step, b-tch you don’t wanna fight us (no)
it’s just me myself and i, a 30 clip and a rifle
f-ck a frat b-tch good, like to suck on my eiffel
call me trapper of the century, i was born with the t-tle (okay!)

[bridge: shakewell]
nine times out of ten, they do that same sh-t (pop, pop, pop!)
workin’ for the weekend, i’m workin’ for a sp-ceship (whoop)
ten out of ten, they on that lame sh-t (pop, pop, pop!)
shoot ’em in their knot and do that lane switch

[verse 2: shakewell]
tell me how that brain is, shorty, ’cause i need me a swallow (okay)
count guap up on the jack, guess i’m feeling like rollo (okay)
i could eat this 100 count and never wake up tomorrow (never)
f-ck that sh-t, i ain’t a b-tch, i never fold on my partner (no way)
ten toes, ten hoes, one show in each state (okay)
ten shows, ten bands, each get, so what i make (so what i)
give a f-ck, then do the math, cause i don’t really care
i go triple in the trap, catch a milli’ in a year (yeah)
then the bullet graze his ear, put another in his chest (haha-ha)
had about ten meetings, still independent (haha-ha)
favorite rapper foo-foo, i keep hunnid percent (i really do)
i woke up still perc’d, hit the blunt and reset

[chorus: shakewell]
lost ten homies, how can i feel blessed? (no)
i’m just doin’ what they want, man, runnin’ to the check (okay)
money can’t buy no happiness, they said (no)
they ain’t never take 20, dropped that on they neck (okay)
lost ten homies, how can i feel blessed? (no)
i’m just doin’ what they want, man, runnin’ to the check (okay)
money can’t buy no happiness, they said (no)
they ain’t never take 20, dropped that on they neck (they ain’t)

[verse 3: pouya]
that rollie on my wrist put a smile up on my face
that ruger on my waist keep a f-ckboy in his place
10k for the feature and i just might up my rate
i hit a l!ck and do the race, it got me feelin’ like tay-k
i don’t want yo p-ssy, rather buy some real estate
swallow my d-ck but don’t get inside my mind
’cause you won’t get blown away
baby bone, i got some issues
momma told me if they k!ll me, they gon’ miss me
so i’m out here dodgin’ missiles
nine times out of ten, they on that f-ck sh-t
pull up and hop out and pop the trunk quick
no “gucci gang,” but you know i got that pump, b-tch
i’m swervin’ lanes, it may look like i’m rushin’
get off that carpet, you don’t want no static
fully automatic, let you have it if you want it
gettin’ money was a habit
all my b-tches was the baddest
all my shooters h-lla savage
hunnid thousand in the attic
irs can never have it (yeah)

[outro: shakewell]
lost ten homies, how can i feel blessed?
i’m just doin’ what they want, man, runnin’ to the check
money can’t buy no happiness, they said
they ain’t never take 20, dropped that on they neck

- shakewell

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