Correction Lyrics 10 Speed by Vory

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Oh, nah nah nah
I can't talk no more yeah yeah (woah)
Can’t talk no more (woah)
I can’t talk no more yeah yeah
Can’t talk no more (oh nah nah)
Can’t talk no more (oh nah nah)
Yeah, yeah look

How you be talking like you really miss me
I’m pulling up with like five b*t*hes
Yeah, we do the dash in a ten speed
Ain't worried ‘bout none these new n***as
I don't drop sh*t they can't catch me
And if any n***a try to do sh*t
I'ma make ‘em wish they ain't test me
Blowing these racks off in this b*t*h
Everybody blickied up we can't trip

N***as be talking down on my lifestyle
Have they whole family get hit
I done blew half a mil’ and I'm twenty-one
Yeah, N***a tryna get rich
The way my n***a pulling up in the lamb truck
You would think the n***a selling bricks
I can't talk no more trust me
I was broke they said, “f**k me”
Now a n***a touching all of this money
They tryna come kick it with me they funny
Put them on game now they changed up
Put my chains on it get ugly
How you be talking like you really miss me
Pulled up with five b*t*hes in a ten speed
Ain’t worried ‘bout new n***as
I don’t drop sh*t yeah
They really wish they can catch me
Any n***a do something n***a try me
I’ma make ‘em wish they ain’t test me
Blowing these racks off in this b*t*h
Everybody blicked up we can’t trip

Blowing these racks off in this b*t*h
I write ‘em like tax offs in this b*t*h
Lil’ mama came back off of this d**k
If I ever f**k a b*t*h with no walls
F**k around jack-off in this b*t*h
And I know my oops are mad (ay ay woah)
I pull out a million cash
You know it’s not enough
It’s not enough it’s not enough
I been that n***a sense I can remember
Cold world my heart is on froze I say
I take everything that just comes with it
I gotta run with it
Aw bae (ay)
You know how I'm living I’m back on road
Running this money is all I know
I ran up two milli ain't do no shows for real
They know if they try me they get killed
Nah for real
Tweaking off a pill
Rolling nah for real
Rolling rolling nah for real
You know frankings are for me (baby ay)
We been locked in
Since a n***a tryna keep my boxed in
And my ops get rolled in a coffin
Loud pack on my ops keep coughing
But I can't stop now (ay)
I can't stop now (baby)
How you be talking like you really miss me
Pulled up with five b*t*hes in a ten speed
Ain’t worried ‘bout new n***as
I don’t drop sh*t yeah
They really wish they can catch me
Any n***a do something n***a try me
I’ma make ‘em wish they ain’t test me
Blowing these racks off in this b*t*h
Everybody blicked up we can’t trip

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