ALL TEN LYRICS – TAY B

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[Verse 1: Tay B]
Huh, stand on all ten, it ain’t a soul that’s gon’ take from me
Lot of n!ggas life be fairytale, they s*it be make-believe
If I tell the b!tch I’ll be right back, yeah, she gon’ wait for me
I love model b!tches, fu*ked every name from A to Z
Yeah, these n!ggas got me fu*ked up, these n!ggas got me pissed, huh
How the fu*k these n!ggas mad at me ’cause I got rich?
They mad at me ’cause these n!ggas went broke and they need fix, huh
They ain’t give me nothing, I ain’t giving no grown man s*it, huh

[Chorus: Tay B]
These n!ggas handshakes getting weirder and weirder
Look every man eye to eye, I don’t fear ’em
These little n!ggas act worser than b!tches
I ain’t buy my other b!tch a purse in a minute
I ain’t take a pretty b!tch to Turks in a minute
I ain’t put no n!gga in a hearse in a minute
I be high as fu*k, I ain’t been on Earth in a minute
I always talk to God, but I ain’t been to church in a minute

[Verse 2: Tay B & Lil Baby]
Crosses on my pants, l’m a Christian for real
Fu*k a weak b!tch, I fu*k with vixens for real
At the end of it, I stand on business, for real
Thug life, money over b!tches, for real

[Verse 3: Lil Baby]
I know how it feel to beat the streets up (Keep trying)
Bankroll kinda small, gotta beef it up (Keep trying)
It’s forever with us, we don’t gotta keep it tucked (No)
I’ll put it on your head, lil’ n!gga, keep it up, yeah (Keep it up, lil’ n!gga)
Thirty thousand ones, thirty rounds on me
Fu*k around and make it shower on ’em, make it shower on ’em
Keep on acting like you having motion, you’re just in the way
I ain’t never too far from this s*it, I’m just a flight away
I seen n!ggas trip and fall, I tie up they shoelaces
Young, fly, lit b!tch got rich off suitcases

I ain’t slept since my last pill, it seems like five days since
Every time I hold up my wrist, it’s a new face, b!tch
I shouldn’t have got a whip for her, she came to my convention
She taxing these n!ggas, she give me a commission
Only time these b!tches could get at me is my mentions
Buy it for her, get it tailored, I know her dimensions
She so in love with CC, it’s all over her wishlist
They took her to the backroom, I let her get the big s*it
These b!tches filled with envy, don’t put them in your business
I let you go for whatever you want and she ain’t get s*it
I’m eight hundred in on Chrome jeans, camo shorts and a long sleeve
I’ll be gone for a month or two, I’m knocking off this money
I gotta keep some racks inside my reach, this s*it get lonely
My bed big enough for twenty vibes, how the fu*k this s*it been on me?
Bro taught us get our own s*it, my Glock under my armpit
I’m turning up with n!ggas hoes like I ain’t got my own b!tch
We took off on an island, both of our phones on silent
Like, fu*k what you heard about me, you gotta come and try this, Baby

[Chorus: Tay B]
These n!ggas handshakes getting weirder and weirder
Look every man eye to eye, I don’t fear ’em
These little n!ggas act worser than b!tches
I ain’t buy my other b!tch a purse in a minute
I ain’t take a pretty b!tch to Turks in a minute
I ain’t put no n!gga in a hearse in a minute
I be high as fu*k, I ain’t been on Earth in a minute
I always talk to God, but I ain’t been to church in a minute