
10 Homies Shakewell (Ft. Pouya)
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[Intro: Shakewell & Fat Nick]
Nine times out of ten, they do that same shit (Pop-pop, pop)
Workin' for the weekend? Nah, I'm workin' for a spaceship (Woo)
Ten out of ten, they on that lame shit (Pop-pop, pop)
Shoot 'em in their knot and do that lane switch
Ayo, Lil Mexico, pass the gas
Woo, ayy, yeah, ayy, woo, ah-ah, yeah
Big Juice tha Sip
[Verse 1: Shakewell]
Only blue strips, you a basic ass rapper (Haha-ha)
Ten, twenty, fifty hundreds, I'm a real life trapper (Haha-ha)
Real life loonie losin' it, I'm havin' a crisis (Okay)
Whole clique strapped up, bitch, we lookin' like ISIS (Do-do-do-do)
Thirty deep when I step, bitch you don't wanna fight us (No)
It's just me myself and I, a thirty clip and a rifle
Fuck a frat bitch good, like to suck on my Eiffel
Call me trapper of the century, I was born with the title (Okay)
[Bridge: Shakewell]
Nine times out of ten, they do that same shit (Pop-pop, pop)
Workin' for the weekend, I'm workin' for a spaceship (Woo)
Ten out of ten, they on that lame shit (Pop-pop, pop)
Shoot 'em in their knot and do that lane switch
[Verse 2: Shakewell]
Tell me how that brain is, shorty, 'cause I need me a swallow (Okay)
Count guap up on the Jack, guess I'm feeling like Rollo (Okay)
I could eat this hundred count and never wake up tomorrow (Never)
Fuck that shit, I ain't a bitch, I never fold on my partner (No way)
Ten toes, ten hoes, one show in each state (Okay)
Ten shows, ten bands, each get, so what I make? (So what I)
Give a fuck, then do the math, 'cause I don't really care
I go triple in the trap, catch a milli' in a year (Yeah)
Then the bullet graze his ear, put another in his chest (Haha-ha)
Had about ten meetings, still independent (Haha-ha)
Favorite rapper foo-foo, I keep hundred percent (I really do)
I woke up still perc'd, hit the blunt and reset (Smoke)
Nine times out of ten, they do that same shit (Pop-pop, pop)
Workin' for the weekend? Nah, I'm workin' for a spaceship (Woo)
Ten out of ten, they on that lame shit (Pop-pop, pop)
Shoot 'em in their knot and do that lane switch
Ayo, Lil Mexico, pass the gas
Woo, ayy, yeah, ayy, woo, ah-ah, yeah
Big Juice tha Sip
[Verse 1: Shakewell]
Only blue strips, you a basic ass rapper (Haha-ha)
Ten, twenty, fifty hundreds, I'm a real life trapper (Haha-ha)
Real life loonie losin' it, I'm havin' a crisis (Okay)
Whole clique strapped up, bitch, we lookin' like ISIS (Do-do-do-do)
Thirty deep when I step, bitch you don't wanna fight us (No)
It's just me myself and I, a thirty clip and a rifle
Fuck a frat bitch good, like to suck on my Eiffel
Call me trapper of the century, I was born with the title (Okay)
[Bridge: Shakewell]
Nine times out of ten, they do that same shit (Pop-pop, pop)
Workin' for the weekend, I'm workin' for a spaceship (Woo)
Ten out of ten, they on that lame shit (Pop-pop, pop)
Shoot 'em in their knot and do that lane switch
[Verse 2: Shakewell]
Tell me how that brain is, shorty, 'cause I need me a swallow (Okay)
Count guap up on the Jack, guess I'm feeling like Rollo (Okay)
I could eat this hundred count and never wake up tomorrow (Never)
Fuck that shit, I ain't a bitch, I never fold on my partner (No way)
Ten toes, ten hoes, one show in each state (Okay)
Ten shows, ten bands, each get, so what I make? (So what I)
Give a fuck, then do the math, 'cause I don't really care
I go triple in the trap, catch a milli' in a year (Yeah)
Then the bullet graze his ear, put another in his chest (Haha-ha)
Had about ten meetings, still independent (Haha-ha)
Favorite rapper foo-foo, I keep hundred percent (I really do)
I woke up still perc'd, hit the blunt and reset (Smoke)
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