10 Rounds Songtext
von Dumbfoundead
10 Rounds Songtext
Somebody tell em we in town, plus we got plenty of trees to go around
Ca-can the hood the hood, I′m so proud
When I say I'm good, I′m good for ten rounds
Two shots and a mixer
Two-o'clock in the after-hours
I was, too hood for them hipsters
Two drops when I'm popping molly′s
I, raise the volume, close my eyelids, off them hybrids, autopilot
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 the cannon
Look no hands! Goin' H.A.M. on a bad chick
Said she got a man, said her shit never happened
Tatted like the Yakuza
Flyer then parashutas, and waviest barracudas
Turn this party into a nudest colony with a poola
Bitches giving me medulla
I′m blagota, I'm a school her(?)
Somebody tell em we in town, plus we got plenty of trees to go around
Ca-can the hood the hood, I′m so proud
When I say I'm good, I′m good for ten rounds
Ten rounds, a please ten rounds
Any given show, a please ten thou
Ca-can the hood the hood, I'm so proud
When I say I'm good, I′m good for ten rounds
Neighborhood king, oh you know me right?
Late nights spent at the corners until the morning light
You don′t tell tre(?), but ya rollin', right?
You just want to take a photo, right?
OK, fresh in my white night(?)
Prototype, so what′s the guest list
We kickin' down the door tonight
And make em′ fuckin' with the best-est
I′d be wrong if I said I wasn't taking something home tonight
Drinking to the bottom of the bottle, when you put your bottom dollar that she coming to the condo
She a Spanish mama goin' though some drama with her man, now she calling me her
Sancho
Fresh in my white night(?)
Prototype, so what′s the guest list
We kickin′ down the door tonight
Man you fuckin' with the best-est
I′d be wrong if I said I wasn't taking something home tonight
Fresh in my white night(?)
Prototype, so what′s the guest list
We kickin' down the door tonight
Man you fuckin′ with the best-est
I'd be wrong if I said I wasn't taking something home tonight
Somebody tell em we in town, plus we got plenty of trees to go around *Outro fades out*
*Intro beat begins* Somebody tell em we in town, plus we got plenty of trees to go around
Ca-can the hood the hood, I′m so proud
When I say I'm good, I′m good for ten rounds
Two shots and a mixer
Two-o'clock in the after-hours
I was, too hood for them hipsters
Two drops when I'm popping molly′s
I, raise the volume, close my eyelids, off them hybrids, autopilot
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 the cannon
Look no hands! Goin' H.A.M. on a bad chick
Said she got a man, said her shit never happened
Tatted like the Yakuza
Flyer then parashutas, and waviest barracudas
Turn this party into a nudest colony with a poola
Bitches giving me medulla
I′m blagota, I'm a school her(?)
Somebody tell em we in town, plus we got plenty of trees to go around
Ca-can the hood the hood, I′m so proud
When I say I'm good, I′m good for ten rounds
Ten rounds, a please ten rounds
Any given show, a please ten thou
Ca-can the hood the hood, I'm so proud
When I say I'm good, I′m good for ten rounds
Neighborhood king, oh you know me right?
Late nights spent at the corners until the morning light
You don′t tell tre(?), but ya rollin', right?
You just want to take a photo, right?
OK, fresh in my white night(?)
Prototype, so what′s the guest list
We kickin' down the door tonight
And make em′ fuckin' with the best-est
I′d be wrong if I said I wasn't taking something home tonight
Drinking to the bottom of the bottle, when you put your bottom dollar that she coming to the condo
She a Spanish mama goin' though some drama with her man, now she calling me her
Sancho
Fresh in my white night(?)
Prototype, so what′s the guest list
We kickin′ down the door tonight
Man you fuckin' with the best-est
I′d be wrong if I said I wasn't taking something home tonight
Fresh in my white night(?)
Prototype, so what′s the guest list
We kickin' down the door tonight
Man you fuckin′ with the best-est
I'd be wrong if I said I wasn't taking something home tonight
Somebody tell em we in town, plus we got plenty of trees to go around *Outro fades out*
*Intro beat begins* Somebody tell em we in town, plus we got plenty of trees to go around
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Dijon Mcfarlane Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
