Ten % Lyrics

I stay in a benz, I stay in a rolls,

Drop the suspense' I'm scrapin' the road,

I put the tint on 10,

Ten!

I put the tint on 10 and the curtains are closed,

I cannot see nunya hoes,

I cannot see nunya hoes,

Red and it's black I casino my Rolls,

Fucking her face I make her Cheerio,

I know they know that I'm taking control,

Booth Troop Militia!

Stay on patrol!

Tell me why a bitch keep sucking my soul,

This grey ting, really tryna' kick that coke,

Bruck my foot tryna kick that door,

Yeah your arse is flat but your tits on swole,

You can be a baddie bae there's no rules!

I'm way too hot if were being true,

They know I'm a player, had to play that cool,

Play my song reload play it through!

Always player one I ain't never player two,

They want the old me, "I miss that dude!"

But I ain't gonna lie I don't miss that dude,

I wanna be me, don't wanna be you!

I stay in a benz, I stay in a rolls,

Drop the suspens' I'm scrapin' the road,

I put the tint on 10,

Ten!

I put the tint on 10 and the curtains are closed,

I cannot see nunya hoes,

I cannot see nunya hoes,

Red and it's black I casino my Rolls,

Fucking her face I make her Cheerio,

I know they know that I'm taking control,

Booth Troop Militia!

Stay on patrol!

Pretty Bitch Musik,

Only make music for bitches that pretty as shit,

I get the boof in, then I abuse it,

They say I'm taking the piss,

I turn a gay bitch straight, (fuck it)

I could pull blood out a crip,

Puff that, lean sideways,

I got a brand new angle like fish,

I bring a brand new swag to the mix,

I make you feel like the bill came with mints,

Fresh!

Air Force One on my kicks,

Take off straight to your crane' for the lip,

Bake off, you don't really want this oru, (eh heh)

You don't wan't smoke like this,

Fancy, I pour the wine and I twirl it up,

I'm a whiteboy like suburbia,

I don't know why the streets keep tuning in,

I don't know why the streets keep turning up!

I know that I love it, I love it!

Moretime they rap but they ain't saying nothing!

Ohmien a tailor I'm pressing they buttons,

I could outdo your career just by humming,

Hmm! Hmm!

Paper cuts on me cause' I'm steady thumbin'

You walk in my show and it sound like they drummin'