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Pink 10s (Explicit)歌词完整版
Pink 10s (Explicit) - Babyface Ray/EST Gee
Produced by：LeeChoppn
Coach me joey
Yeah yeah yeah what up babyface
Yeah
Yeah fifty five hundred
Big general
Ayy pink 10s bring a friend
Burberry peacoat wheat timbs look
Thinking back to 08 street spins
I done got grown now **** rims **** 'em
Condo big enough to put a home in boy
Girl that p***y good enough to make
The song yeah ooh
Perky got us ******* like we on the slow jam
'Member I was ****** up so I hit the road then
Nigga go and get it you know I don't hold hands
What's a grown man
Know I ain't going broke like joc
***** it's going down
Know I'ma need a stick ma I'm sorry
I can't cut no rock
Ghost is outside of the mansion
It's a haunted house
Tell 'em I need a dime or I ain't
Coming out I ain't coming out
Know how you met the plug
'Cause he ain't running out ****
I went inside the club and made a money pile
When money on they head the
Gunners run 'em down
Hit 'em up and go head and pull
Up I got the money now yeah
Just let the counter run it love the money sound
Hand cock that **** in they face ray
They actin' funny style yeah
Went through the money counter
Let me thumb it now
She drunk in love and I don't
Even drink wintertime mink
Soul snatchin' man that *****
A thief she done stole me
If it ain't money it don't move me that's
The whole thang that's the whole thang
***** I'm with the winning circle
We a gold ring we a
Gold bottles gold chains feel like master p uh
No limit to this **** so what you
Saying to me what you saying
I seen my favorite rapper he a fan of me fan
I'm blowing through Miami in an AMG
Yeah I rap but brody play the
Keys make lil' mama sing
Niggas lame they just got some
Money you should **** with me
I want a better life for the fam niggas wanna beef
Still on the 'gram I done hit every
One of these everyone
Countin' for everybody break the lease
Run the streets like d**e boys
I got coppers chasing me
Yeah it's killers and robbers
In the function they with me
I touched down got it sold in
The morning I'ma leave
See it's tragic said they got a
Hundred on e
I was laughing all in traffic
Out in cali in a sleeve
I was fresh out of my teens
With a hundred fifty piece
Hundred fifty piece
**** I look like signing for a
Hundred fifty g's the **** I look like
Listening to rappers wasn't much
I couldn't believe nothing I couldn't believe
I ain't into rap beef and it's an
Issue drop the cheese
I'ma hit her 'til she knock kneed off these rp's
We at top speed who pulling over
Not me
We gon' high speed opps bleed
Get you swiss cheese'd
Feel like eight bands pocket full
Of pre bag grams
Look like wheat thins black tar
Whipped with mannitol
Make the H tan niggas broke living in
The past they can't think ahead
Opps slid through the block and never
Slide again and never slide again
I don't send shots on instagram
I shoot at nigga's friends shoot
At nigga's friends
Geesky put the city in a twist
He tryna make a dread
I'ma put some titties on that
***** and make an onlyfans
We at yo' mans and you jumped in and made
A package deal rich before my rapper deal
Blue bands this **** like a loose
Ten I'm a made man
And I ain't gotta move another gram on my mama
Fifty five hundred est gee
Big boss pink 10 blue bands you know wassup
Big G nigga
