A-Bomb - 2-10 Cypher lyrics

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A-Bomb - 2-10 Cypher lyrics

[Intro: Chiki & Gucci Chuchy] I mean it's Thomas It's ThomasOnTheKeys, dude I mean it's Thomas We got ThomasOntheKeys ThomasOnTheKeys Who else you need? [Verse 1: Clemz] It's your boy Clemz I'm riding in a Benz Got a fat b**h but you know she is a ten Going to the river with some fourties and some Hen Drink it like its water She gon' give me head She weight about 2-10 I'm a weatherman She's squirting like its raining While I'm concentrating She gon' keep on gaining Is this entertaining? f** that, E-$wish spit it like its draining [Verse 2: E-$wish] We back in the game Thomas this sh** is so flames APT crew, b**h I thought you knew the name ThomasOnTheKeys man who else do you need? Always in the lab so you know we take the lead We don't ever stop, we keep mpving we don't drop We growing like ballons so you know we gonna pop, yeah Yeah, pop yeah [Verse 3: J-$lam] Most of these guys are colder than winters Put this rappers in boxes like action figures I got a b**h that will give you the shivers Girl you're not yourself here eat a Snickers Ha, its me and my boy Clemz chillin' with a bunch of girlfriends Watch their heads turn when we pull up in a Benz Thotties pa** em' to the left side Girl I swear when I'm with you that's the best high [Verse 4: Flamisco] Crazy summer days, hitting up the babes Late summer nights riding in our bikes I'm in it, without it, I have it, she wants it, she has it, she keeps it Wait, hold up Fire in the studio, Thomas dropped a new track Doesn't let others peek, not even a crack Pencil and paper are my utensils They say I have potential but the eraser is essential [Verse 5: Thomas] Wit' a fat chick Drive her like a stick shift All she smell is filthy rich She looking at this dick Look at the tick of the wrist Iced out, like peguin Living the things that I wished Like crossing your b**h off the list Every single time I spit my clever rhymes Put my life on the line I got two sides Call me Hannah Montana She be cravin' this banana Giving b**hes gifts Cuz what's a hoe without Santa? [Verse 6: K-Dawg] Grab these rappers by the throat Mercy no mo' I watch as they choke Standing frozen like snow They watch my rap show, can't handle it Look at how they go Man I'm hella lit Hey man, tell me when you get to heaven If I can't rap, then my name isn't Kevin My fame never stops I'm lucky like seven Thank you, come again 7-11 [Verse 7: rX] Thomas on the beat Got the crowd on their feet Been 602 reppin' Yeah you know that's a blessing Reppin' for the Suns like I'm the sixth sun Cruisin' down the Bentley Sippin' on some Henny Hungry for this money Chillin' with my honey We ain't at Subway but you know we eating fresh 2-10 we the best, this was your guest Chuchy your up next go put this game to rest [Verse 8: Gucci Chuchy] Faded like Damn Daniel Chuchy you can't handle Chuchy with the roast n***a you was toast Coast to coast, Northwest to the bay Baddies come my way Gjgjg she eat bae Ask me for my name and number, I don't do surveys Keep her on her toes like it's ballet, like it's ballet [Verse 9: A-Bomb] Call me A-Bomb 'bouta drop this verse Rated M for the mature No we ain't selling our souls just spitting to the beat of the song Ames now the time to press skip and sing-along to your old lady songs, while Mr. Baldy jacks off to his p**n Parties at the dorms, b**hes drinking till they out cold They wish they were Levi's, the quality never dies [Verse 10: Andy Love] Studio rules, part 1 Shout out to Thomas and his studio Its what makes the artistry happen No taking dumps, I don't give no f**s This ain't for free, go to Dollar Tree No saying te gana, you're the devil's prada No touching me s**ually and please respect the artistry [Verse 11: Chiki] We got ThomasOnTheKeys, you n***as smell like fleas Getting in my sh**? Leave or you'll get hit We out here playing clash. you n***as smell like trash My first time on a track, that b**h has a a nice rack Let me motorboat Yeah, now we're rich, our net worth was a dollar but now it's a billion dollars We put in the work the b**hes twerk [Outro: Clemz] It's your boy Clemz I'm riding in a Benz I got a b**h waiting on me and she is with her friends