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10 Bands Lyrics by Drake Drake
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Ten bands, fifty bands, hunnid bands, fuck it man
Let's just not even discuss it man, O-M-G
Niggas sleep, I ain't trippin' I'ma let 'em sleep
I ain't trippin' let 'em rest in peace
I can tell ya how it happened
I can tell ya 'bout them safe house nights out in Calabasas
I can tell you not a rapper
Tryna sell this story, I don't even open up the package
Who you with? What you claim?
I was paying mama's rent when I was turnin' seventeen
Sold it dirty like Diana, never clean
My ex ask me where I'm movin', I said, 'On to better things,' yeah
Ten bands, fifty bands, hunnid bands, fuck it, man
Let's just not even discuss it, man, O-M-G
Niggas sleep, I ain't trippin' I'ma let 'em sleep
I ain't trippin' let 'em rest in peace
I been in the crib with the phones off
I been at the house taking no calls
I done hit a stride got my shit going
In the six cooking with the wrist motion
Drapes closed I don't know what time it is
I'm still awake I gotta shine this year
I could never ever let the streets down
Haven't left the condo for a week now, man
Ten bands, fifty bands, hunnid bands, fuck it, man
Let's just not even discuss it, man, O-M-G
Niggas sleep, I ain't trippin' I'ma let 'em sleep
I ain't trippin' let 'em rest in peace
I been on a mission haven't left the condo
This that OVO, that SZN, this that new Toronto
I get boxes of free Jordan like I play for North Carolina
How much I make off the deal, how the fuck should I know?
All my watches always timeless you can keep the diamonds
Treatin' Diamonds of Atlanta like it's King of Diamonds
Take a flick, I look like Meechy, look like Bleu DaVinci
I treat V Live like it's '07 in Magic City
Man, I told my city I'd be gone 'til November, then November came
Then I came, right back on my worst behav'
6 God put both hands together that's amazin' grace
6 God selfish with the love, I need all the praise
they got me feeling like the one again
they got me feeling like the one again
Yeah, shout goes out to Nike, checks all over me
I need a FuelBand just to see how long the run has been
Ten bands, fifty bands, hunnid bands, fuck it, man
Let's just not even discuss it, man, O-M-G
Niggas sleep, I ain't trippin' I'ma let 'em sleep
I ain't trippin' let 'em rest in peace
I been in the crib with the phones off
I been at the house takin' no calls
I done hit a stride got my shit going
In the 6ix cookin' with the wri-wri-wri-wri
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