Correction Paroles 10Fifty I Luv Ya par Yung Mal

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Yeah, yeah
(10Fifty, I love you)

10Fifty, I love you
S 550, woodgrain inside, sh*t look like a dresser
Seen so many real n***as die
Started lookin' at life different
Ho said she love you, she lied
You trust that ho, boy, you trippin'
n***as so broke, can't pay attention
I'm good on the West Coast
Hundreds all blue, n***a, long live Nipsey
Sometimes I be wantin' to crash out, boy, this sh*t get temptin'
But I came too far and I can't let a f**k n***a trick me
Yes, I might f**k with him
But I f**k with them from a distance
Chasin' that money, I get it
I'm on the way, it don't matter the distancе
They all on my page, wanna see how I'm livin'
'Round my way, sh*t really gеt risky
I get them racks, handle that business

Spend so many racks, sh*t make me dizzy
Car so fast, hit the gas and lift it
Gotta keep my foot on they neck 'til I kill 'em
Came straight out the dirt, wanna know how I did it
I stay on my grind, I ain't got no time to be waitin' for no n***a
When they hold out they hand, then I hold up middle fingers
f**k 'em, they wouldn't have sh*t for me neither
When it come to fans, got me paranoid
Told my brother, "Man, watch these people"
I don't got no ho in my heart
I used to be nice, but they tried, that sh*t made me evil
I don't give a f**k 'bout the money, I didn't have a dime, I make this lil' sh*t look easy
Sometimes this sh*t get hard, I hop in the car by myself and I roll up some weed
Free Mel, free Juggman Trey, Fatboy did not tell
Know they hate and they plot, but I dare 'em
This not a bowling alley, why would the hell I spare 'em?
f**k 'em, spray 'em, Air Force my range
I'm way in the air, I cannot see 'em
He used to be gang, now he can't hang over here
That chopper been singin', it hit you all in your ear
Ooh, sh*t, I just flipped a switch
Make 'em dance, Tok-Tik
Ooh, ooh, sh*t, TikTok
I heard they stop listenin' to weak-ass rappers when my sh*t drop
Put a gangster lil' b*t*h on 'em
She gon' give him the head, fool, now we got the drop

10Fifty, I love you
S 550, woodgrain inside, sh*t look like a dresser
Seen so many real n***as die
Started lookin' at life different
Ho said she love you, she lied
You trust that ho, boy, you trippin'
n***as so broke, can't pay attention
I'm good on the West Coast
Hundreds all blue, n***a, long live Nipsey
Sometimes I be wantin' to crash out, boy, this sh*t get temptin'
But I came too far and I can't let a f**k n***a trick me
Yes, I might f**k with him
But I f**k with them from a distance
Chasin' that money, I get it
I'm on the way, it don't matter the distance
They all on my page, wanna see how I'm livin'
'Round my way, sh*t really get risky
I get them racks, handle that business

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