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1-10 Video (MV)




Performed By: N3M3$!$$
Language: English
Length: 2:35
Written by: Yash Nyandigisi




N3M3$!$$ - 1-10 Lyrics




Yeah,
Hop in the cruiser like we on a game drive
Man I ain't really rapped in the minute came back
From a break now I'm gonna take what's mine
All on my bars and flows they never get old
They age like wine
I'm off of that drank really got me

Make it hella bangers I ain't even cuss
Remember used to freestyle in the bus
Man I feel like Giannis every time I shoot Finna go green kinda like the Bucks
Now I'm walking round with a double cup
Feeling just like lucki might get a gut
Pull up with a

What I said, pull up with a gun
How the hell you think you better than me, man
I'm number 1
Man we headed to the coast In that Benz, we be cutting up
Like bro been asking me for months to rap like
Babytron
I got wok up in my cup I finna pour a deuce
In the booth I'm wild'n'out with Nick the cannon finna shoot
I'm with the dudes we taking hella pics while we in Malibu
The watch is kinda square and it's blue like the goo lagoon yeah
Yeah,
Yeah,
Man I got too many hoes think I can start a team
Feeling just like iayze up in the summr shooting "Through the trees"
Dropping 30 feel like curry man you know I'm only shooting 3's
Man I'm doin' it with ease what happened to the beat
Nah, but forget it I'ma spit some more
I been makin' bangers ever since we started throwing 4's
Pull up with my shooters and we walk in through the front door I swear
Yeah, do it all the time
Money on my mind
Yeah, tryna go to 5 Guys, I finna book a flight
Yeah, I be in my zone I don't need an app to rhyme
You be faking like a mime
Like, yeah
All my flows got me sick
Yeah, man I pull up with a Drake keep me a stick
Yeah, it's kinda chilly in Toronto in the 6
With my crodies in the golf club, nah we ain't hittin' licks
Pull up with a Mac10, 11 bullets in the weapon
Think he slick sliding with the gang, we teaching him a lesson
I got the Smith smack him 7 times, I'm talkin' bout the Weston
Shawty tryna chill with me, I finna leave her in depression
Like, like,
Shawty thought she really an 8
Finna do my dance, so you better give space
Yeah, Shawty trippin' if she think we finna date
Man, I'm hoppin' out that trackhawk like Tony Finna, uh, yeah, yeah
(finna skate finna skate yeah uh)
Why she soundin' like a hellcat man I swear she only whines
Finna make it with the gang, I can tell by the signs
Ain't no regular denim these is number (N)INES

Ain't no way I made a song from 1-10
All the bars came from the dome no I ain't even use a pen
Man I bet you wish you could I'm tryna do it like the best
Man I finna get the money I ain't tryna work a desk job, yeah

Yuh, desk job
Put a $ up on my chest I feel like Matt Ox,
What yo, feel like, uh, yeah.
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Yeah,
Hop in the cruiser like we on a game drive
Man I ain't really rapped in the minute came back
From a break now I'm gonna take what's mine
All on my bars and flows they never get old
They age like wine
I'm off of that drank really got me

Make it hella bangers I ain't even cuss
Remember used to freestyle in the bus
Man I feel like Giannis every time I shoot Finna go green kinda like the Bucks
Now I'm walking round with a double cup
Feeling just like lucki might get a gut
Pull up with a

What I said, pull up with a gun
How the hell you think you better than me, man
I'm number 1
Man we headed to the coast In that Benz, we be cutting up
Like bro been asking me for months to rap like
Babytron
I got wok up in my cup I finna pour a deuce
In the booth I'm wild'n'out with Nick the cannon finna shoot
I'm with the dudes we taking hella pics while we in Malibu
The watch is kinda square and it's blue like the goo lagoon yeah
Yeah,
Yeah,
Man I got too many hoes think I can start a team
Feeling just like iayze up in the summr shooting "Through the trees"
Dropping 30 feel like curry man you know I'm only shooting 3's
Man I'm doin' it with ease what happened to the beat
Nah, but forget it I'ma spit some more
I been makin' bangers ever since we started throwing 4's
Pull up with my shooters and we walk in through the front door I swear
Yeah, do it all the time
Money on my mind
Yeah, tryna go to 5 Guys, I finna book a flight
Yeah, I be in my zone I don't need an app to rhyme
You be faking like a mime
Like, yeah
All my flows got me sick
Yeah, man I pull up with a Drake keep me a stick
Yeah, it's kinda chilly in Toronto in the 6
With my crodies in the golf club, nah we ain't hittin' licks
Pull up with a Mac10, 11 bullets in the weapon
Think he slick sliding with the gang, we teaching him a lesson
I got the Smith smack him 7 times, I'm talkin' bout the Weston
Shawty tryna chill with me, I finna leave her in depression
Like, like,
Shawty thought she really an 8
Finna do my dance, so you better give space
Yeah, Shawty trippin' if she think we finna date
Man, I'm hoppin' out that trackhawk like Tony Finna, uh, yeah, yeah
(finna skate finna skate yeah uh)
Why she soundin' like a hellcat man I swear she only whines
Finna make it with the gang, I can tell by the signs
Ain't no regular denim these is number (N)INES

Ain't no way I made a song from 1-10
All the bars came from the dome no I ain't even use a pen
Man I bet you wish you could I'm tryna do it like the best
Man I finna get the money I ain't tryna work a desk job, yeah

Yuh, desk job
Put a $ up on my chest I feel like Matt Ox,
What yo, feel like, uh, yeah.
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Writer: Yash Nyandigisi
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