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10 Bands (Remix) Video (MV)




Performed By: Tenny Montana
Length: 3:02
Written by: Johnminique Moffatt




Tenny Montana - 10 Bands (Remix) Lyrics




Where ya ass was at when I was sleepin on the carpet
While you was in the mansion I was in abandoned apartments
Stealin from the store tryna eat I started robbin
Walk down the street pistol cockin im checking pockets
Gas on me smell like ass they think I farted
Call my boys from NO they say Im goin retarded
I be in my zone im goin gnarly
Ass in the air she poppin wheelie something like a harley
Smoking all this doja you can call me Tenny Marley
I gotta chase a bag aint no more starving
Told my momma if she need me just call me
She know her son out here ballin like spalding

Pop an X pill and lets start the party
Turn the f*ck up cuz we just gettin started
Take them clothes off we be goin gnarly
She say she pregnant imma take that hoe to maury

Dont come up in my section cuz its closed off
Had to hustle for it I was tryna knock them bowls off
She say she feelin freaky take them clothes off
A nigga playin with them keys bitch I call him Mozart
She say she tryna ride me like a go cart
My license is revoked so we cant go far
Bitch I keep my gas in a mason jar
Go head an pop a bean, go head lets start the party

Pop an X pill and lets start the party
Turn the f*ck up cuz we just gettin started
Take them clothes off we be goin gnarly
She say she pregnant imma take that hoe to maury

You cant shower with ya jewelry on dont talk to me
Murder him for tryna pull a robbery
F*ck these bitch niggas aint no stoppin me
Niggas claimin they the plug and come and shop with me
How you talking down on ya homie that shit ornery
Choppa shells leave his body like some taco meat
Backwoods wrapped around gelato got me coughin
Pop an X lets get this party started
If I aint got it on me then my homie got it
The bitch a cum guzzler she a swallow then go kiss her mother
If im comin over bitch it aint for nothin
I cant be laid up bitch Im steady money hungry
Racks in my pocket watch my stomach rumble
Tryna reach my goal cuz ya boy i dont hustle for nothing
They say be humble how when I came from nothin
Shut the f*ck up I bought balenciagas for my brother

Pop an X pill and lets start the party
Turn the f*ck up cuz we just gettin started
Take them clothes off we be goin gnarly
She say she pregnant imma take that hoe to maury

She popped an X pill I got this bitch bussin
I need another blunt somebody roll a russian
Caddy on rockers, phantom doors my niggas ridin custom
If you feelin froggy jump because Im pressin buttons
I made 20 racks off a cell phone
Man I really really love my cell phone
F*ck a bitch I can turn myself on
I only want ya mouth baby put ya draws on
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Where ya ass was at when I was sleepin on the carpet
While you was in the mansion I was in abandoned apartments
Stealin from the store tryna eat I started robbin
Walk down the street pistol cockin im checking pockets
Gas on me smell like ass they think I farted
Call my boys from NO they say Im goin retarded
I be in my zone im goin gnarly
Ass in the air she poppin wheelie something like a harley
Smoking all this doja you can call me Tenny Marley
I gotta chase a bag aint no more starving
Told my momma if she need me just call me
She know her son out here ballin like spalding

Pop an X pill and lets start the party
Turn the f*ck up cuz we just gettin started
Take them clothes off we be goin gnarly
She say she pregnant imma take that hoe to maury

Dont come up in my section cuz its closed off
Had to hustle for it I was tryna knock them bowls off
She say she feelin freaky take them clothes off
A nigga playin with them keys bitch I call him Mozart
She say she tryna ride me like a go cart
My license is revoked so we cant go far
Bitch I keep my gas in a mason jar
Go head an pop a bean, go head lets start the party

Pop an X pill and lets start the party
Turn the f*ck up cuz we just gettin started
Take them clothes off we be goin gnarly
She say she pregnant imma take that hoe to maury

You cant shower with ya jewelry on dont talk to me
Murder him for tryna pull a robbery
F*ck these bitch niggas aint no stoppin me
Niggas claimin they the plug and come and shop with me
How you talking down on ya homie that shit ornery
Choppa shells leave his body like some taco meat
Backwoods wrapped around gelato got me coughin
Pop an X lets get this party started
If I aint got it on me then my homie got it
The bitch a cum guzzler she a swallow then go kiss her mother
If im comin over bitch it aint for nothin
I cant be laid up bitch Im steady money hungry
Racks in my pocket watch my stomach rumble
Tryna reach my goal cuz ya boy i dont hustle for nothing
They say be humble how when I came from nothin
Shut the f*ck up I bought balenciagas for my brother

Pop an X pill and lets start the party
Turn the f*ck up cuz we just gettin started
Take them clothes off we be goin gnarly
She say she pregnant imma take that hoe to maury

She popped an X pill I got this bitch bussin
I need another blunt somebody roll a russian
Caddy on rockers, phantom doors my niggas ridin custom
If you feelin froggy jump because Im pressin buttons
I made 20 racks off a cell phone
Man I really really love my cell phone
F*ck a bitch I can turn myself on
I only want ya mouth baby put ya draws on
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Writer: Johnminique Moffatt
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