Naledge

Naledge - 10 Toes Down lyrics

rate me

Ft. Saint The Good Boy

(Verse)

Uh, back on em bars like a coaster

Back off em Bronx like a broad on a poacher

Battle scars, I can tell it all like a culture

Playa shit, back against the wall like a poster

I make heath for the bread like a toaster

Back in the saddle, guns blazin' out the holster

Gone for a minute, now I'm back on my pivot

And I lack on the gimmick guzzle jack to the limit

Alcoholic but I neva been anonymous

Brain, you should honor, swear to God I'm on a scholarship

Honest shit, give a fuck about the politics

Dolla shit, defyin' white collar shit

Back on this b-boy, nigga

I got that glow, I got that go, Bruce Lee-Roy nigga

Fuck these penny any niggas, candy hanny spittas

Cartier frames, we don't see em the same

Nor is cold, niggas happy just to be in the game

Masterpiece, now imagine what it be in the frame

Knowledge born, muthafucka, got a G and a nag

Go ill, nigga, yo I go UYC with the flame, nigga

(Hook)

Ten toes down on my own 2

Ridin' round town like I want to

Mix a lil gin with the orange juice

Lookin' at my bitch like I own you, I own you

East side niggas don't play

Our shit keep jumpin' up around our way

Niggas stay hidden, licks hidin' from the laws

And ya know ya main chick's down fo' the cause

Ain't it right?

(Verse 2)

Back on my shit, PeeWee from BayBay

Eastside of Jeffrey, more t-bone than DaeDae

That's on that chicken, deuce up like Ray Ray

Pump through that stoney, beam low with AK

2 cool like AC, diamonds in HD

Niggas have cool dreams, can't shoot like Jay Reed

Musicians, but ain't neva seen a treble clef

Stand tall, still here like I neva left

Feel like a ghetto superhero, Demolition Man

No beach blonde Chevy with a bomb shell

Dude tellin' do time, I do it well

When the label does do diligent, I do sell, nigga

(Hook)

Ten toes down on my own 2

Ridin' round town like I want to

Mix a lil gin with the orange juice

Lookin' at my bitch like I own you, I own you

East side niggas don't play

Our shit keep jumpin' up around our way

Niggas stay hidden, licks hidin' from the laws

And ya know ya main chick's down fo' the cause

Ain't it right?

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