All my niggas real
Niggas
All my niggas
Stitch lip
Work that bitch out
Like lil baby doing
Fitness
Me I'm on her
Wish list
You the nigga wishing
Big momma
Taught us how
To cook dope in that
Kitchen
Pay like a pimp bitch
Or pay me no attention
I'm a whale bby
Bitch I eat on gold fishes
Gold on my necklace
And gold on wrist lit
I ain't never trippin
Off the next nigga business
Play wit yo kids
Bitch I don't play wit
Bitches
Dont play wit pussy
Bitch I play wit blue strips
I don't be tricking
I chase bags
And take trips
Bby be trippin
She be mad
She take dick
Told her four times
But that bitch didn't listen
I had to vanish MIA
I'm missing
She call me blocked
Know fasho I dismissed it
Bitch didn't know what she had
Till she missed it
Bag in a bag
Fa the last past 10 summers
Big numbers
I been counting up
Nigga big commas
Road runner
Build ford tuff
Not a 4 runner
Hand in her bag fa the last past
10 summers
And now she wish she had me like This
I be passing by
Wavy mane that bitch so pissed
Try to count me out baby
But you can't count bitch
Watch me struggle
Say you love me
Man That don't count bitch
But shit
I sold crack behind that all black Fence
I ain't bragging bout it baby
Something I don't miss
But it made
Shit it's crazy
How It get like this
This what happens when u real
F*ckin wit a fake bitch
Im getting to it I ain't worried bout Shit
I ain't trippin off a nigga
I don't stress over bitches
Blowing clouds
Of super loud
While I'm fighting these demons
90 percent
Gone say they loyal bruh
But ask em the meaning
Niggas snoozing
So they losing
While I'm cruising
To Keisha
You say it's f*ck me
then it's f*ck you
I don't f*ck with you neither
Don't f*ck with Niggas at all
Man these niggas be Divas
Don't play with bitches
At all
If she ain't paying
Im leaving
Bag in a bag
Fa the last past 10 summers
Big numbers
I been counting up
Nigga big commas
Road runner
Build ford tuff
Not a 4 runner
Hand in her bag fa the last past
10 summers
Bag in a bag
Fa the last past 10 summers
Big numbers
I been counting up
Nigga big commas
Road runner
Build ford tuff
Not a 4 runner
Hand in her bag fa the last past
10 summers
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Thamfmack - 10 Summers Lyrics
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All my niggas real
Niggas
All my niggas
Stitch lip
Work that bitch out
Like lil baby doing
Fitness
Me I'm on her
Wish list
You the nigga wishing
Big momma
Taught us how
To cook dope in that
Kitchen
Pay like a pimp bitch
Or pay me no attention
I'm a whale bby
Bitch I eat on gold fishes
Gold on my necklace
And gold on wrist lit
I ain't never trippin
Off the next nigga business
Play wit yo kids
Bitch I don't play wit
Bitches
Dont play wit pussy
Bitch I play wit blue strips
I don't be tricking
I chase bags
And take trips
Bby be trippin
She be mad
She take dick
Told her four times
But that bitch didn't listen
I had to vanish MIA
I'm missing
She call me blocked
Know fasho I dismissed it
Bitch didn't know what she had
Till she missed it
Bag in a bag
Fa the last past 10 summers
Big numbers
I been counting up
Nigga big commas
Road runner
Build ford tuff
Not a 4 runner
Hand in her bag fa the last past
10 summers
And now she wish she had me like This
I be passing by
Wavy mane that bitch so pissed
Try to count me out baby
But you can't count bitch
Watch me struggle
Say you love me
Man That don't count bitch
But shit
I sold crack behind that all black Fence
I ain't bragging bout it baby
Something I don't miss
But it made
Shit it's crazy
How It get like this
This what happens when u real
F*ckin wit a fake bitch
Im getting to it I ain't worried bout Shit
I ain't trippin off a nigga
I don't stress over bitches
Blowing clouds
Of super loud
While I'm fighting these demons
90 percent
Gone say they loyal bruh
But ask em the meaning
Niggas snoozing
So they losing
While I'm cruising
To Keisha
You say it's f*ck me
then it's f*ck you
I don't f*ck with you neither
Don't f*ck with Niggas at all
Man these niggas be Divas
Don't play with bitches
At all
If she ain't paying
Im leaving
Bag in a bag
Fa the last past 10 summers
Big numbers
I been counting up
Nigga big commas
Road runner
Build ford tuff
Not a 4 runner
Hand in her bag fa the last past
10 summers
Bag in a bag
Fa the last past 10 summers
Big numbers
I been counting up
Nigga big commas
Road runner
Build ford tuff
Not a 4 runner
Hand in her bag fa the last past
10 summers
Niggas
All my niggas
Stitch lip
Work that bitch out
Like lil baby doing
Fitness
Me I'm on her
Wish list
You the nigga wishing
Big momma
Taught us how
To cook dope in that
Kitchen
Pay like a pimp bitch
Or pay me no attention
I'm a whale bby
Bitch I eat on gold fishes
Gold on my necklace
And gold on wrist lit
I ain't never trippin
Off the next nigga business
Play wit yo kids
Bitch I don't play wit
Bitches
Dont play wit pussy
Bitch I play wit blue strips
I don't be tricking
I chase bags
And take trips
Bby be trippin
She be mad
She take dick
Told her four times
But that bitch didn't listen
I had to vanish MIA
I'm missing
She call me blocked
Know fasho I dismissed it
Bitch didn't know what she had
Till she missed it
Bag in a bag
Fa the last past 10 summers
Big numbers
I been counting up
Nigga big commas
Road runner
Build ford tuff
Not a 4 runner
Hand in her bag fa the last past
10 summers
And now she wish she had me like This
I be passing by
Wavy mane that bitch so pissed
Try to count me out baby
But you can't count bitch
Watch me struggle
Say you love me
Man That don't count bitch
But shit
I sold crack behind that all black Fence
I ain't bragging bout it baby
Something I don't miss
But it made
Shit it's crazy
How It get like this
This what happens when u real
F*ckin wit a fake bitch
Im getting to it I ain't worried bout Shit
I ain't trippin off a nigga
I don't stress over bitches
Blowing clouds
Of super loud
While I'm fighting these demons
90 percent
Gone say they loyal bruh
But ask em the meaning
Niggas snoozing
So they losing
While I'm cruising
To Keisha
You say it's f*ck me
then it's f*ck you
I don't f*ck with you neither
Don't f*ck with Niggas at all
Man these niggas be Divas
Don't play with bitches
At all
If she ain't paying
Im leaving
Bag in a bag
Fa the last past 10 summers
Big numbers
I been counting up
Nigga big commas
Road runner
Build ford tuff
Not a 4 runner
Hand in her bag fa the last past
10 summers
Bag in a bag
Fa the last past 10 summers
Big numbers
I been counting up
Nigga big commas
Road runner
Build ford tuff
Not a 4 runner
Hand in her bag fa the last past
10 summers
Writer: Monica McDaniels
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid