Roc Marciano, Knowledge The Pirate - Ten Toes lyrics

Uh, yeah, you know we smoking the finest baby
Pimpstead bitch, uh, ball bitch
Never fuckin' with no ball bitch
Know'm sayin? Word up bitch
Choose or keep it hoppin' hoe
You already know, lets go

My talk game, Sautee
Sauce is made by my friends Saucier
Austrian made
Lady marmalade the chain cost an arm and leg
Look retarded on the neck
I'm talkin' net worth you talking on the net
Talkin' this and talkin' that
But in that Porsche I be talkin' less
Bitches don't be talkin' back
Fuckin' on that five thousand
Dollar water bed
Successfully, carjack your shit
With no pulley
Pull up in that bullet, with your woman
Hoes be like "Oh, no, he
Didn't", with no cеiling, they gon' feel it
Home-skillet, Kеnneth Cole's ten toes in em'
You're left in the cold trembling
Like a penguin
Mercedes-Benz with the gold emblem
Olde English
James Bond: Goldfinger, go figure
Polo fuck that Hilfiger
My bitch got the illest figure you
Should go and tip her
Hoes bicker, I'm pourin' liquor
On a stripper, slicker Ralph Lauren slipper
Snickerin' in somethin' foreign
Twirlin' swishers
I'm Ten Toes Down you can't stop my shine
Your bitch out of pocket I
Keep my hoes in line
We took that oath and now we both gon' grind
She needs my dough, yeah she holds my nine
I'm Ten Toes Down you can't stop my shine
We took that oath and now we both gon' grind
She needs my dough, yeah she holds my -
(Talk to these hoes pirate)

Shit, a blind man can see that
A woman need a man, like an arm need a hand
(yeah, uh huh) i'm too intellectual man
You can't fool me man
Anything else is homosexual (Listen, PIMP)
Shit, every pimp need a hoe man
I love her, she love me, i ain't no sucker
I'm a bad motherfucker man, check me out
(PIRATE) listen

She can see I got it
It's all in her fiber optics
Trips to the tropics (lets go baby)
Shrimp and lobster
She wanna dine with a mobster (shit you can)
On the coast of Costa Rica
She polish my pistol and cultivates my reefer
Louis this, Gucci that, Ferragamo sneakers
We fresh like everyday it's Easter, listen
(uh) i'm rich bitch she move that Mary Jane
Married to the game
Cross them state lines she carried 'caine
Rockin' Vera Wang
"Bosses Bitch" carved in her chain
Versace frames
Louis luggage hoppin' off the plane
My bottom bitch is tame
She stays in her lane
She sees the bigger picture so
I can't be framed
She twists's up my swishers and
She reps my gang
Paid off her college tuition
For moving them things

Yeah, yeah, uh huh
That's how we do when we get too it
Daily operations, listen (listen, uh)

I'm Ten Toes Down you can't stop my shine
Your bitch out of pocket I
Keep my hoes in line
We made that oath and now we both gon' grind
She needs my dough but yeah she holds my nine
I'm Ten Toes Down you can't stop my shine
Your bitch out of pocket I
Keep my hoes in line
We made that oath and now we both gon' grind
She needs my dough but yeah she holds my nine

She's Ten Toes Down, She's Ten Toes Down
She's Ten Toes Down