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De'Auan McClaine
De'Auan McClaine
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Ten toes down Ten fingers up (Yeah) Bands in my pocket Cuz I do not give a fuck (Aye) Ten toes down Ten fingers up How bout you worry bout yo own Instead of what is in my cup She all my meat and I tell her to stop it Jimmy Dean man She all on my sausage I'm in the business I'm making a profit And She is solid And that be the topic I'm grilling these niggas And they getting cautious Pussy a gun And she gonna pop Like grease on the stove But she gotta be quiet Cuz my motherfuckin' people at home Esketit Tryna be whipping lambo Going rambo Up in this bitch commando Cuz I said so Everybody die Lil nigga got ammo A belt full Black everything I got camo Spit up on this shit like a camel Fly like an Eagle In a flannel Told lil baby To give me a chano And she gone do it cuz a young nigga said so Nigga like Ten toes down Ten fingers up (Yeah) Bands in my pocket Cuz I do not give a fuck (Aye) Ten toes down Ten fingers up How bout you worry bout yo own Instead of what is in my cup Bitches lazy bout they money Niggas lit bout the clout Y'all ain't ten toes down Y'all putting pinky toes out Don't complain about shit Ain't no reason to pout Niggas trash, wasting money like they Oscar the grouch Bitch get up, all you ever do is sit on the couch I been grinding for the money since my first day out Out the womb I been sweeping bitches up like ima broom Niggas coons, I stay real and I stay true up to the tomb I'm just genuine, niggas know I always been down All you bitches square, bitch you know I always been round Just get over him cause bitch you know I'll always be round Ion trip bout shit cause karma, bitch, she always come round 10 toes like a pedi Ion think they ready He eat me out for breakfast Then we for lunch we having Freddys And bitches know I'm hot, just my presence got em sweaty And yeah I see the vision I keep goin I stay steady Cause I'm... Ten toes down Ten fingers up (Yeah) Bands in my pocket Cuz I do not give a fuck (Aye) Ten toes down Ten fingers up How bout you worry bout yo own Instead of what is in my cup Ten toes down Ten fingers up (Yeah) Bands in my pocket Cuz I do not give a fuck (Aye) Ten toes down Ten fingers up How bout you worry bout yo own Instead of what is in my cup
Writer(s): De'auan Mcclaine Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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