Digga D - Ten Years' Time lyrics
[Digga D - Ten Years' Time lyrics]
This instrumental's hard
In ten year's time if I end up like my man
In ten years' time if I end up like my man
I'm a failure
You wanna know what's ten times crazier
Someone ten years younger shaved him up
Tell someone over them sides wake him up
Never see a man with a move shakier
Bring the long nose outta' the Glee
Make sure it's just music
Let me find out it's more than
That and Ima' lose it
Make your choicе and choose it
Can't figure out if I'm chatting bout you
Wear it if thе shoes fit
Go straight to the net
Saying that they don't do it for the net
Is it crack? Are you stupid?
He could barely breathe
He woulda' thought outside was humid
Why you talk so much
You little broken condom?
You don't want that problem
All of my shoes got laces
No latex but my gloves on
All of the bully gettin'
Race off the Glock won't stop
Till the cut's gone catch a M and fly out to
Yard, in my string vest
Smoking with my Crocs on
If your cunt ain't wet, I won't trouble
It, yo, gyal, open your mouth
Let me cum in it
This little bitch wanna boom off
My cocky after she
Finished the boom with the rum in it
I won't roll with my gun for the fun of it
The car behind got a fuckin' gun in it
One had a whistle and one had a beam
But I need a with a fuckin' drum in it
(grrr)
The feds had me livin' in fear
The reason I ain't ching something
In over a year
Took a train from Paddington, grub, had bare
Just seen two pussio jakes tryna stare
Cheats that grub, clutch that gear
They won't let man go if this shit goes pair
My circle small, just the square
And we brought that package with care
I can't relax in this condition
With all this flakin' hair
The butter I got come lookin' like share
In country, the fucks to spare
I ain't swingin' no
Im' swingin' my spare, not revealing my nank
Til' I get up near
But he turned to a dasher, "hold
There", I'll swing my splasher
And ruin the clothes that he wear
He came 'round wavin' his fire in the air
Beef with chickens thats where
Fill it, or still get chingy right
There, know the nine cheap gold
Didn't come from clear
That's why they hate this jareer
In ten year's time if I end up like my man
In ten years' time if I end up like my man
I'm a failure
You wanna know what's ten times crazier
Someone ten years younger shaved him up
Tell someone over them sides wake him up
Never see a man with a move shakier
Bring the long nose outta' the Glee
Make sure it's just music
Let me find out it's more than
That and Ima' lose it
Make your choicе and choose it
Can't figure out if I'm chatting bout you
Wear it if thе shoes fit
Go straight to the net
Saying that they don't do it for the net
Is it crack? Are you stupid?
He could barely breathe
He woulda' thought outside was humid
Why you talk so much
You little broken condom?
You don't want that problem
All of my shoes got laces
No latex but my gloves on
All of the bully gettin'
Race off the Glock won't stop
Till the cut's gone catch a M and fly out to
Yard, in my string vest
Smoking with my Crocs on
If your cunt ain't wet, I won't trouble
It, yo, gyal, open your mouth
Let me cum in it
This little bitch wanna boom off
My cocky after she
Finished the boom with the rum in it
I won't roll with my gun for the fun of it
The car behind got a fuckin' gun in it
One had a whistle and one had a beam
But I need a with a fuckin' drum in it
(grrr)
The feds had me livin' in fear
The reason I ain't ching something
In over a year
Took a train from Paddington, grub, had bare
Just seen two pussio jakes tryna stare
Cheats that grub, clutch that gear
They won't let man go if this shit goes pair
My circle small, just the square
And we brought that package with care
I can't relax in this condition
With all this flakin' hair
The butter I got come lookin' like share
In country, the fucks to spare
I ain't swingin' no
Im' swingin' my spare, not revealing my nank
Til' I get up near
But he turned to a dasher, "hold
There", I'll swing my splasher
And ruin the clothes that he wear
He came 'round wavin' his fire in the air
Beef with chickens thats where
Fill it, or still get chingy right
There, know the nine cheap gold
Didn't come from clear
That's why they hate this jareer