Testo 10/10 - Wretch 32
Testo della canzone 10/10 (Wretch 32), tratta dall'album Upon Reflection
My nigga, my liver, more liquor the trick is to pick up a bitch
And go diggin' for riches, I'm goin' for gold, certy
All of my brothers are fathers, our mothers were fathers
With dozens of partners that struggled to find them some gold, worthy
Still we gon' spend like it never depends so I hop in that Benz
I don't want to resent what I see in my lens swervy (20-20)
Keep it 100 that's ten outta, ten outta, ten outta, ten outta, ten outta, ten
Ten, ten upon the scales, you should call me "36"
Made money from the yay like my nigga Burna did
Had to tell Burna there, "Stop tryna burn a bridge"
I'm just tryna Mr. Burns, you're just tryna burn a spliff
Let it burn, let it burn, Burna Boy, burn a bitch
All my niggas unemployed, but know how to work the wrist
All your niggas know my worth when it isn't worth the risk
You don't wanna wait your turn but, there's no alternative (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
My nigga, my liver, more liquor the trick is to pick up a bitch
And go diggin' for riches, I'm goin' for gold, certy
All of my brothers are fathers, our mothers were fathers
With dozens of partners that struggled to find them some gold
Still we gon' spend like it never depends so I hop in that Benz
I don't want to resent what I see in my lens swervy (20-20)
Keep it 100 that's ten outta, ten outta, ten outta, ten outta, ten outta, ten
Livin' a struggle, I don't live in a bubble
Put my daughter to bed, give her a cuddle (Yeah)
Look at the government halfin' us up and they givin' us trouble
Well, as the governor talkin' 'bout bangers
I've given a couple (Mmm, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I tell all my enemies, "Fuck it
I don't wanna hear it again" (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, ooh)
My bredren, my brother, my right hand
My left, I called him a friend (Yeah)
Back on the prowl, hungry for more, got my back off the ground
Hennessy, water, I'm back on the brown
Say it aloud, "Black and I'm proud" (Ha-ha)
Classical sound, killin' the brothers that clappin' him down
Killin' each other and droppin' in flowers
When all of my brothers got magical powers (Jheeze)
Do or you don't, either you run or you will or you won't
I'm gon' be honest, I'm bringin' the rope
Run up on Hallow, I'm bringin' the smoke (Ha-ha)
Bringin' them hope, see when I hustle, I keep it afloat
Sweeter than honey, I live in the comb
That nigga from London, I'm bringin' it home (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
My nigga, my liver, more liquor the trick is to pick up a bitch
And go diggin' for riches, I'm goin' for gold, certy
All of my brothers are fathers, our mothers were fathers
With dozens of partners that struggled to find them some gold
Still we gon' spend like it never depends so I hop in that Benz
I don't want to resent what I see in my lens swervy (20-20)
Keep it 100 that's ten outta, ten outta, ten outta, ten outta, ten outta, ten
Keep it 100, that's ten outta ten
I hear the noise when I roll through the ends
I feel at peace when I roll in the Benz
They roll on at ease when you go to events
I sold a G when I went to the gents
That's just a line that went over your head
They're in the queue just to get a Z
Army fatigue, now your soldier is dead
Kill 'em with success, that's just how I kill 'em
Made it out the ends, left you in your feelings
I just wanna stretch, I don't want a ceilin'
I just want to flex, never had a pot to pee in
Credits
Writer(s): Jermaine Sinclaire Scott, Richard Isong Olowaranti Mbuk Isong, Nathaniel Alan Thompson, Jason Moza Antonio Hernandez
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