Letra de 10 Rounds
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[Bridge]
Somebody tell em we in town
Plus we got plenty of drinks to go around
Somebody tell em we in town
Plus we got plenty of drinks to go around
Came up from the hood, the hood I'm so proud
When I say I'm good, I'm good for 10 rounds. 10..
[Verse 1]
2 shots and a mixer..
2 o clock in the after hours.
I was, too hood for them hipsters.
2 drops when I'm poppin Molly's
I raise the volume, close my eye lids,
Off them hybrids, I will pilot.
How did I flip? This lifestyle.
Green lights take flight like a night owl.
Savage. Gotta have it.
Catch me in the cab gettin blown like a canon
Look no hands goin ham on a bad chick
She got a man so this shit never happened
It's the ruder, tattle like the yakuza, flyer than parachuters, and waviest baracuda's turn this party into a nudist colony with a pool of bitches givin me mendula ablangata I'm a zooma.
[bridge]
Neighborhood king, oh you know me right? (Right)
Late nights bendin corners to the mornin light (right)
You don't blow tree, but you're rollin right?
You just wanna take a photo right? Ok.
Fresh in my white night prototype, what's the guest list?
We kickin down the doors tonight.
Man you fuckin with the bestest.
Id be wrong if i said I wasn't taking something home tonight.
Drinking to bottom of the bottle and you bet your bottom dollar that she comin to the condo.
She a Spanish mama goin through some drama with her man now she callin me her sancho.
[bridge]
Fresh in my white night prototype, what's the guest list?
We kickin down the doors tonight.
Man you fuckin with the bestest.
Id be wrong if i said I wasn't taking something home tonight.
Repeat.
(Thanks to Kameron Simmons for these lyrics)
When I say I'm good, I'm good for 10 rounds. 10..
[Verse 1]
2 shots and a mixer..
2 o clock in the after hours.
I was, too hood for them hipsters.
2 drops when I'm poppin Molly's
I raise the volume, close my eye lids,
Off them hybrids, I will pilot.
How did I flip? This lifestyle.
Green lights take flight like a night owl.
Savage. Gotta have it.
Catch me in the cab gettin blown like a canon
Look no hands goin ham on a bad chick
She got a man so this shit never happened
It's the ruder, tattle like the yakuza, flyer than parachuters, and waviest baracuda's turn this party into a nudist colony with a pool of bitches givin me mendula ablangata I'm a zooma.
[bridge]
Neighborhood king, oh you know me right? (Right)
Late nights bendin corners to the mornin light (right)
You don't blow tree, but you're rollin right?
You just wanna take a photo right? Ok.
Fresh in my white night prototype, what's the guest list?
We kickin down the doors tonight.
Man you fuckin with the bestest.
Id be wrong if i said I wasn't taking something home tonight.
Drinking to bottom of the bottle and you bet your bottom dollar that she comin to the condo.
She a Spanish mama goin through some drama with her man now she callin me her sancho.
[bridge]
Fresh in my white night prototype, what's the guest list?
We kickin down the doors tonight.
Man you fuckin with the bestest.
Id be wrong if i said I wasn't taking something home tonight.
Repeat.
(Thanks to Kameron Simmons for these lyrics)
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