paroles de chanson 20 on 10 (feat. Michael Aristotle) - Dubbygotbars

(20 on 10 got the gas on me)
(20 on 10 got the gas on me)

All in for the set because I got to
Work until I can't
That's why I popped two
Let her swing by for the stress, she a thot too
Let her roll that up, she can roll that

Twenty on ten, got the gas on me
Stay woke, never catch no Z's
I'm a never go broke
That's a good enough reason
Got the whole gang with me
Fuck who you be with
Under pressure had the law at my back
I fought em
Had a couple snakes in the grass
I caught em
Twenty on ten, got the gas on me
Putting twenty on ten, got the gas on me

I ride with 10 or 20
And not one of em a buster
Oppas got to get all of the muscle they can muster
If they on my tail
Salamander, got to cut some
Put it on the scale
Alligator, paid a lump sum
I got you on the app, with the cash
Got a rookie rolling cabbage
I prefer the glass
Twenty pieces in the cabinet
I prefer to ask if you real or you capping
I seen you in the grass
With the weeds we ain't packing, yea
Boy that's snake shit
This the restoration
Cut it down to turf
So it hurt when the blades hit
That ain't how they raised me
But everybody changes
Had to learn to fire back
Then keep the fire blazing
I even had to sanction
These little hypocritical and unambitious lames
With a grown-up conversation
Agreed, they gone stay away from me
If they don't the Rolla deep
Fill the tank before we leave

Twenty on ten, got the gas on me
Stay woke, never catch no Z's
I'm a never go broke
That's a good enough reason
Got the whole gang with me
Fuck who you be with
Under pressure had the law at my back
I fought em
Had a couple snakes in the grass
I caught em
Twenty on ten, got the gas on me
Putting twenty on ten, got the gas on me

(Whoah whoah)
Twenty on twenty for the evening
Do my job and get my check
I'm out like Ryan Seacrest
Get from A to B
Fuck with me, put you on the cement
Every time I grab the mic I swear it's like an event
Yea, they wearing sheep's skin
They be lying through the posts I see the pre-tense
They trying to block all my blessings
They playing defense
I hit my shot final seconds
Trick with the dick, bitch I'm gifted
Believe it
I say it, bet I mean it
Eat so much Italian I'm surprised that I don't speak it
Concierges know me
Booked my suite up for the weekend
Bitches see a city view
I bet they get to freaking
And I'm a take in the gold plate
I'm on the beat, it's a cold case
Bitches be talking about no cap
But they gone lie with a bold face
Blue hundreds with the old face
Cucumber in your hoe face
I know the plug I get low rates
Black gloves like OJ

Twenty on ten, got the gas on me
Stay woke, never catch no Z's
I'm a never go broke
That's a good enough reason
Got the whole gang with me
Fuck who you be with
Under pressure had the law at my back
I fought em
Had a couple snakes in the grass
I caught em
Twenty on ten, got the gas on me
Putting twenty on ten, got the gas on me