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• Artiste: Conway the Machine
• Titre: Ten/Rya Interlude
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Yeah we turnt all the way to the max right now, nigga It's young T right now, nigga, mhm, yeah (Cannon!) Yo bitch know it I swear, man (Cannon go crazy!) Lately I been fucking bitches by the two's Getting millions by the two's Black gulley, black seats, hop out in Chicago two's Black 40 preme beam punching like it's Rocky 2 They told me I wouldn't make it out, okay, I'm confused Yeah, that mission was impossible, but bitch, I'm Tommy Cruise Street nigga, yeah, my father never dropped me off at school Kutter counted up a million on FaceTime, I got enthused Flew a ratchet out the Cabo, had her top me by the pool, yeah Judging by the jewels, you think we sold a lot of food Yeah, they said they gon' do something to me, okay, I'm amused Cause they ain't' got a clue, them niggas must don't watch the news Niggas know just how we move Yeah, I'm on ten I'm on ten Bitch I'm T, I'm on ten Turnt to the max, I'm on ten I'm up ten I'm on ten Bitch I'm T, I'm on ten Turnt to the max, I'm on ten Fifty racks in both pockets, bitch, I'm T I re'd up with all the profit, bitch, I'm T I shot straight up to the top cause bitch, I'm T It ain't shit that they could do to stop me, bitch, I'm T, fuck you mean, nigga? I'm on ten and my bitch is a ten Nickname Glock, the FM, my bitch gleam Got a bulletproof Maybach, president Benz Just push that lil button, them boys gon' spin Just push that lil button, send them boys to God I jump out the Porsche when they go to the park You know I'm a king, cannot pull my car I'll push up on niggas like a broke Ferrar' Yeah, yeah, long as I got me, don't need yo help Yeah, ten toes down, do this shit myself I'mma hustle, I'mma get it till my last breath Yeah, get back gang, put his brains on the steps I be swimming through the money like Michael Phelps I ran up the bag, still ain't caught crep Everybody got sticks like we fit in their camp Yeah, I'm on ten I'm on ten Bitch I'm T, I'm on ten Turnt to the max, I'm on ten I'm up ten I'm on ten Bitch I'm T, I'm on ten Turnt to the max, I'm on ten I'm on ten I'm on ten Bitch I'm T, I'm on ten Turnt to the max, I'm on ten I'm up ten I'm on ten Bitch I'm T, I'm on ten Turnt to the max, I'm on ten, yeah I cannot be in no gang Even if I'mma ball, oh And I be getting real lit These niggas all stay at home I really don't know who you think you are All you wanna do is doubt me from the start All you wanna do is hate on me and post about me even if I really give heart You really need to change You need to change your ways No, you can't bounce here the same No, this is not a game I'm going stupid, I'm going through it I'm 'bout to shoot you like Cupid I'm going crazy, I'm 'bout to lose it They tryna solve me like Rubix Use your tongue, you was real goofy You had a chance and you blew it You was runned up, you was real lucid You had a bag and you threw it Now, you was never included You was secluded You got some beef that's concluded You got some beef went disputed The streets is polluted, with that body sharing slew wit You argue online for clout You're nothing without I do not know how you even get around You wear all these masks and you still get around You're scared someone will catch you and put the lights out Did someone catch you off guard? Ooh Now they shoot you from afar? Ooh They shooting at you, they shoot at your heart and make sure it do not restart They know you was not that book part of the charts Driving by and they shoot you from the car If you get lucky, you get another chance You better rethink it and you better think hard You better end that beef Better steppin on your knees You better go get clean You better go get green You better act right, ooh Or someone shoot you in the back or two I'm not just stunna check, ooh And I'mma take your mom's stuff or two They going crazy, we go with the guys, mm We 'bout to stop for supplies We 'bout to go and shoot right to the sky Like a nimbus cloud, I'm 'bout to take flight We don't put no effort, we never tried Staying together, I hope we don't die And I am forever, it's dead or alive I'm married to all you niggas tonight