Ten Three Songtext
von Wavy Matt
Ten Three Songtext
What?
Huh?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Aye, ooh
What?
Ooooh, yeah
I spent ten racks on a new chain
I spent three racks on some Balmain
She want my heart so she give me brain
I don′t love no bitch make me go insane
I just count bands on the daily
I don't make no deal if you don′t pay me
I might pull up at yo crib if you play me
I might put a bullet in yo brain, I'm crazy
VVSs on my necklace (What? Huh?)
My shooters leave you neckless (Bap bap blaow)
I been balling since Reckless
Shoot you in yo dick and leave you sexless (Ooh)
Wake up, smoke a blunt for breakfast (Ooh)
That shit will leave you breathless
I'm getting money like I′m selfish (What? Huh)
I′ll leave you in the street, you helpless (Brrat)
I just might cop the bag, ooh
I just might drop a stack, yeah
I just might pop a tag, yeah
I just stay counting these racks (What?)
All of these rappers they wack (Huh?)
I'm at your door like attack (Ooh)
I might pull up with a mack (Yeah)
Fuck on your bitch, give her back (What?)
Aye, what? Oooh
Pull up swerving in the coupe
Nobody can tell me what to do
I be fucking on your boo
I be fucking on your boo
Nobody can tell me what to do
Ooh
(What? Aye)
I spent ten racks on a new chain
I spent three racks on some Balmain
She want my heart so she give me brain
I don′t love no bitch make me go insane
I just count bands on the daily
I don't make no deal if you don′t pay me
I might pull up at yo crib if you play me
I might put a bullet in yo brain, I'm crazy
Huh?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Aye, ooh
What?
Ooooh, yeah
I spent ten racks on a new chain
I spent three racks on some Balmain
She want my heart so she give me brain
I don′t love no bitch make me go insane
I just count bands on the daily
I don't make no deal if you don′t pay me
I might pull up at yo crib if you play me
I might put a bullet in yo brain, I'm crazy
VVSs on my necklace (What? Huh?)
My shooters leave you neckless (Bap bap blaow)
I been balling since Reckless
Shoot you in yo dick and leave you sexless (Ooh)
Wake up, smoke a blunt for breakfast (Ooh)
That shit will leave you breathless
I'm getting money like I′m selfish (What? Huh)
I′ll leave you in the street, you helpless (Brrat)
I just might cop the bag, ooh
I just might drop a stack, yeah
I just might pop a tag, yeah
I just stay counting these racks (What?)
All of these rappers they wack (Huh?)
I'm at your door like attack (Ooh)
I might pull up with a mack (Yeah)
Fuck on your bitch, give her back (What?)
Aye, what? Oooh
Pull up swerving in the coupe
Nobody can tell me what to do
I be fucking on your boo
I be fucking on your boo
Nobody can tell me what to do
Ooh
(What? Aye)
I spent ten racks on a new chain
I spent three racks on some Balmain
She want my heart so she give me brain
I don′t love no bitch make me go insane
I just count bands on the daily
I don't make no deal if you don′t pay me
I might pull up at yo crib if you play me
I might put a bullet in yo brain, I'm crazy
Writer(s): Matthew Hunter, Wavy Matt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
