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NBA YoungBoy - Ten Talk (Lyrics)

Subscribe and press (🔔) to join the Notification Squad and stay updated with new uploads! Follow NBA YoungBoy: https://neverbrokeagain.com   / nba_youngboy   Business email: varinlal.yt@gmail.com Lyrics: [Intro] Ayy, hello? (Who is this?) I just got off the phone with DDawg (Not gonna say) Ayy, you keep bein' stuck up in your ways, you gon' fall, time (Goddamn, nigga, [?]) Man, I know that shit, nigga Yeah, don't know, ayy, pull up, though I ran up that money so muthafuckin' high Ayy, I swear to God I could stop rappin' now Nigga, I don't give a fuck about what you think, bitch [Chorus 1] I can't take the clean route, I'm G'd up They talk down, I'm rich now, lil' nigga, I can head home Fresh up outta cell block and fill up an arena I'm turnt up, you try and get your face blown [Verse 1] I'm smokin' on doja, I pull up rollin' on some ignant shit Know the opp get blown, police pull us over, bitch, get rid of it Motherfuck them shows, Iain't leavin' my home, bitch, I'm really rich And I'm so caught up in my ways I tend to all that shit Opp, 750 from the bank and they say, "Goddamn" I ain't gotta walk and I just call, they know who I am Pics on Instagram, and go to tweak and and that I spam Someone plays around, this bitch fuck who don't like what I'm sayin' Swervin' in that Lamb' with the gang, we all tool-totin' You start this shit, I'm known end it with that tool totin' Pussy, I was tryna buy soul but my bro stole it Swipe so much into your rig, I think my car totaled Yeah, fuck your lingo how you bummin', nigga Posted Trey on 38th, I hear ya comin' nigga Prolly got my stick out with a big ass stack of hundreds, nigga Better have your stick out, I release six off when you turnin' nigga (Uh, mm) [Chorus 2] How you get them cars and all that jewelry nigga? I don't know How you spent that money and still got millions nigga? I don't know How I got all them bitches and don't want one nigga? I don't know Why you actin' slow? Nigga, fuck it, let your chrome blow [Break] (Ayy, why you been on some stupid shit with everybody YoungBoy?) Nigga, I don't know (Ayy, why you feel like all these hoes ain't shit?) Nigga, I don't know (Yo, I really do know but I really don't know) Nigga, I don't know (I just rolled a blunt up and light this joint, nigga, what!) [Verse 2] Pussy nigga, say that you want smoke, then let your chrome blow Bitch stop all that hatin', just come say somethin' with your own folk Jumpin' in that Maybach, in my styrofoam, red coke I'm for the pills, in my pendant, who that is? Your ho Why them bitches don't want on me lately, Lil Top? I don't know I'm from the streets, I got that guap, this shit I'm blessed for This shit around my wrist'll get you popped or get you stepped on But on the other end I don't get nothin' unless I get one-fifty Lil shaw-- [Chorus 2] How you get them cars and all that jewelry nigga? I don't know How you spent that money and still got millions nigga? I don't know How I got all them bitches and don't want one nigga? I don't know Why you actin' slow? Nigga, fuck it, let your chrome blow [Chorus 1] I can't take the clean route, I'm G'd up They talk down, I'm rich now, lil' nigga, I can head home Fresh up outta cell block and fill up an arena I'm turnt up, you try and get your face blown [Outro] Shut up, nigga, I don't know Uh, yeah, Lil Top, nigga, I don't know Bitch on Vogue, nigga, I don't know Fuckin' with your jail po'