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Correct Intro (10 Summers: The Mixtape, Vol. 1) Lyrics
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Correct Intro (10 Summers: The Mixtape, Vol. 1)
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[Intro: DJ Mustard] Ain't did this in a long time. Let me see if I can do it Let’s get it Ya’ll already know who I am right? Mr. Ten Summers Mr. Never less than they It’s third Summer right? We only getting better with time you dig? [Verse 1: RJ] Woke up in the morning with a hard dick Baby gave me head for my hardship Feeling like I’m Jordan or im Clark Kent Look I can get fly on a park bench [Verse 2: Big Mike] Snatch it and run away I will not be the one Clips y'all extended drums You will not see the day Shoot shit and fade away They like to play away Pray I don’t catch a case [Verse 3: Choice] I always got payed too In the dirt they gon’ bob then raid you Yes shit changed too Momma ain’t seen her son okay boy Taylor Swift gay boy I hate you Can only be a set of stacks Love ain’t in it Sean Kemp 40 and the glove came wit it Bought the ‘96 Pony and the plug came with it A hundred thousand before I'm 30 No fucks came with it Nigga you pitiful, pitiful in the human form Living through niggas who Catch your move so they going hard Ten Summers long, more money, more power Learn to pump your brakes or make your horn louder [Verse 4: RJ] Aye nigas got lawyers for that though Chickens in the tele I’m Castro Never got milked I’m lactose Niggas got rich and they back broke Tricked off your rent on the lack though Ten Summer souls, I’m that cold So bitch I be good if we end on a bad note Hashtag OMMIO caps on Nigga I’m that bold Good for the scri-natch, I been here, where you been at [Verse 5: Big Mike] Summers with the tin hats Seeing Barbie where your Ken at See your pockets where you thin at You mess with the fake as you see We don’t blend that I been that That nigga checked the playbook Shoot a hundred, drop 40 like I'm Westbrook See it with your own eyes that’s the best look You flexing, I’m pressing I’m stretch outta testing I’m in this shit [Verse 6: Choice] Ready for my cherry I might be in a Benz Loaded ass supper like Jesus and friends Trust Philly come in red hot, Curtis and Jimmy On your horniest day ain’t gon’ be no fucking with me And i'm with the crew...
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