NBA YoungBoy - "Ten Talk" (Official Instrumental) [Prod. By Bj Beatz]
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- Опубліковано 22 бер 2020
- NBA YoungBoy - Ten Talk (Official Instrumental)
NBA YoungBoy - Ten Talk (Official Instrumental)
NBA YoungBoy - Ten Talk (Official Instrumental)
Prod. By Bj Beatz
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Email : b.j.onthebeat@gmail.com
Comment Yall Favorite Line From This Song 👇👇👇
BJ BEATZ I DONT
gawd damn bj with another one
Order 750 from the bank n they say god damn 🔥🔥
@@cambam5074 i aint gotta walk in i just call they know who i am 😈
Ok
Gotta be one of the best beats of 2020 no 🧢
No 🧢
He Made the original bruv
Swervin’ inna lamb’ wit da gang, we all tool-totin 🖤🚦
Every line is a banger💯
on god 😂💯
@@BJBEATZ ua-cam.com/video/b2jECLsf3xE/v-deo.html
100% cool bro
so simple yet so fire 🔥 .
Beat of the year no cap
Bj beatz the best yall
This is fire fr.
Got damn BJ wit another one
Another one🔥🔥🔥
like always 🤣😈
bih u too hard brova 🔥
yessir bro 💪😈
🔥🔥🔥
perfect🔥
Freddie Stellar Prod 💪🏽💪🏽💪🏽
🔥😈 You start this shit, on Dump, we end it with them tools blowin
😈😈😈
Perfect
💯💯💪
🔥🔥
DrellOnTheTrack 😈😈😈
Ledgend.
pressure
ProdBy AKel yessir bro 🖤
🔥🔥🔥🔥
😈😈😈
🔥🔥🔥💪🏾💪🏾💪🏾😈😈😈
kJ 🔫🤟🏼ty
can use n give u credit?
Is my Ten Talk remix good?
Thanks I’m using this for my UA-cam channel video I’m editing Rn u the plugg fr fr G
When I listen to this beat all I can say is ion know 😂😂😂
I want this beat
Mom: how was your day at school
Yb: Ion Know
Mom: Did you get a girl
Yb: Ion know
Mom: 😑
Woahhhh
Tray Evans that's a lil suus vro
YRG Tay999 Iam playing
Dad: was your gurl up there
Yb: ion know
🤫‼️
💪😈💯
Aye bj I wanna be and artist one day can I get advice
2020
“Ion know”
Any beats similar to this that Youngboy didn’t use? Cause this is hard af
yes stay tuned more beats dropping daily on my channel 💯💪
Can’t even pick a lin cuz yb went to crazy
facts 💯
U make da best beats doe
”Ion know...”
Someone ah put da lyrics in comments
Ayy, hello!
Wow
Lit
😈🔥
ok
0:45
1:20
I just got off the phone with DDawg (not gonna say)
Ayy, you keep stuck up in your ways, you gon' fall, time (goddamn, nigga)
Man, I know that shit, nigga
Yeah, don't know, ayy, pull up, though
I ran up that money so muthafuckin' high
Ayy, I swear to God I could stop rappin' now
Nigga, I don't give a fuck about what you think, bitch
I can't take the clean route, I'm G'd up
They talk down, I'm rich now, lil' nigga, I can head home
Fresh up outta cell block and fill up an arena
I'm turnt up, you try and get your face blown
I'm smokin' on doja, I pull up rollin' on some ignant shit
Know the opp pack potent, police pull us over, bitch, get rid of it
Motherfuck them shows, I ain't leavin' my home, bitch, I'm really rich
And I'm so caught up in my ways I tend to all that shit
Order 750 from the bank and they say, "Goddamn"
I ain't gotta walk in, I just call, they know who I am
Flex on Instagram and go to tweakin', seem like I spam
So many plaques around this bitch, fuck who don't like what I'm sayin'
Swervin' in that Lamb' with the gang, we all tool totin'
You start this shit, on Dump, we end it with them tools blowin'
Pussy, I was tryna buy a soul but my bro stole it
Swipe so much, interior rig, I think my car totaled
Yeah, fuck your lingo, how you bummin', nigga?
I'ma post the Trey on 38, I hear ya comin' nigga
Prolly got my stick out with a big ass stack of hundreds, nigga
Better have your stick out, we let six off when you turnin' nigga
How you get them cars and all that jewelry nigga?
I don't know
How you spent that money and still got millions nigga?
I don't know
How ya got all them bitches and don't want one nigga?
I don't know
Why you actin' slow? Nigga, fuck it, let your chrome blow
Nigga, I don't know
(Ayy, why you feel like all these hoes ain't shit?)
Nigga, I don't know
(Ayy, I really do know but I really don't know, but look here)
Nigga, I don't know
(Ayy, just rolled a blunt up and light the strong, nigga, fuck)
Pussy nigga, say that you want smoke, then let your chrome blow
Bitch stop all that hatin', just come say somethin' with your own folk
Jumpin' in that Maybach, in my Styrofoam, red dope
I'm full of pills, in my Bentley, who that is? Your ho
Why them bitches don't want nominate Lil Top? I don't wan' know
I'm from the streets, I got that guap, this shit I'm blessed for
This shit around my wrist'll get you popped or get you stepped on
But on the other end, I don't get nothin' less than one-fifty
A show
How you get them cars and all that jewelry nigga?
I don't know
How you spent that money and still got millions nigga?
I don't know
How ya got all them bitches and don't want one nigga?
I don't know
Why you actin' slow? Nigga, fuck it, let your chrome blow
I can't take the clean route, I'm G'd up
They talk down, I'm rich now, lil' nigga, I can head home
Fresh up outta cell block and fill up an arena
I'm turnt up, you try and get your face blown
Savage nigga, I don't know
Uh, yeah, Lil Top, nigga, I don't know
Bitch on Vogue, nigga, I don't know
Who I'm fuckin' with, that's your ho
Hey 👋🏾 I wanna yeywuwo one ☝🏾 I wanna is your day
Youngbot made a song on dis nd its called ten talk
duh
🔥🔥🔥Beat go dumb asf Brudda yb rip this bih
on god 😂💯
BJ BEATZ ion know but I really do know 😭😂🔥went dum
Sittin in my cubical
Pickin on my Cuticles
Sniffing pharmaceuticals
Lyrics all of em beautiful
I would lie to but
Ten wont let me
Do da shit ... I dont kno ..
I can't take the clean route, I'm G'd up
They talk down, I'm rich now, lil' nigga, I can head home 🥶
😈😈
“Better have yo stick out we let 6 out when you turning nigga”🤫
"How you get them cars and all that jewelry nigga?" 😈
ion know lmao
Lamar Jackson Lmaoo 😂🤷🏽♂️🤷🏽♂️
Usin this beat to diss yb stay tuned
Ayy, hello? (Who is this?)
I just got off the phone with DDawg (Not gon' say)
Ayy, you keep stuck up in your ways, you gon' fall, slime (Goddamn, BJ with another one)
Man, I know that shit, nigga
Yeah, don't know, ayy, but look, though
I ran up that money so motherfuckin' high, ayy
I swear to God I could stop rappin' now, nigga
I wouldn't give a fuck 'bout what you think, bitch
[Refrain]
I can't take the clean route, I'm G'd up
They talk down, I'm rich now, lil' nigga, I can head home
Fresh up out a cell block, can fill up an arena
I'm turnt up, you try and get your face blown
[Verse 1]
I'm smokin' on doja, I pull up rollin' on some ign'ant shit
Know the opp pack potent, police pull us over, bitch, get rid of it
Motherfuck them shows, I ain't leavin' my home, bitch, I'm really rich (Bitch, I'm rich)
And I'm so caught up in my ways, I tint out all that shit
Order seven-fifty from the bank and they say, "Goddamn"
I ain't gotta walk in, I just call, they know who I am
Flex on Instagram and go to tweakin', seem like I spam
So many plaques around this bitch, fuck who don't like what I'm sayin'
Swervin' in that Lam' with the gang, we all tool totin' (Tool totin')
You start this shit, on Dump, we end it with them tools blowin' (Tools blowin')
Pussy, I was tryna buy a soul, but my bro stole it (Man, he stole it)
Swipe too much, interior rig, I think my car totaled (Car totaled)
Yeah, fuck your lingo, how you bomin', nigga? (Yeah, yeah)
I'ma post the Trey on 38, I hear ya comin', nigga
Probably got my stick out with a big ass stack of hundreds, nigga
Better have your stick out, release six off when you turnin', nigga, uh, mmh
[Chorus]
How you get them cars and all that jewelry? Nigga, I don't know
How you spent that money and still got millions? Nigga, I don't know
How I got all them bitches and don't want one? Nigga, I don't know
Why you actin' slow? Nigga, fuck it, let your chrome blow
[Interlude]
(Ayy, why you been on some stupid shit with everybody, YoungBoy?)
Nigga, I don't know
(Ayy, why you feel like all these hoes ain't shit?)
Nigga, I don't know
(Ayy, I really do know, but I really don't know, but look here)
Nigga, I don't know
(Ayy, just roll a blunt up and light the strong, nigga, bah)
[Verse 2]
Pussy nigga, say that you want smoke, then let your chrome blow
Bitch, stop all that hatin', just come say somethin', what you on, foe?
Jumpin' in that Maybach, in my styrofoam, red dope
I'm full of pills, in my Bentley, who that is? Your ho
Why them bitches don't wan' nominate Lil Top? I don't wan' know
I'm from the streets, I got that guap, this shit I'm blessed for
This shit around my wrist'll get you popped or get you stepped on (Get you popped, bitch)
But on the other end, I don't get nothin' less than one-fifty a show
[Chorus]
How you get them cars and all that jewelry? Nigga, I don't know
How you spent that money and still got millions? Nigga, I don't know
How I got all them bitches and don't want one? Nigga, I don't know
Why you actin' slow? Nigga, fuck it, let your chrome blow
I just popped another Benz
Drinking like my night wont end
Choppa got me caught up in
Drama, I just shot mans
Potna, I just switch the plans
Gotcha, I just claim my land
Ayy, hello? (Who is this?)
I just got off the phone with DDawg (not gonna say)
Ayy, you keep stuck up in your ways, you gon' fall, time (goddamn, nigga)
Man, I know that shit, nigga
Yeah, don't know, ayy, pull up, though
I ran up that money so muthafuckin' high
Ayy, I swear to God I could stop rappin' now
Nigga, I don't give a fuck about what you think, bitch
I can't take the clean route, I'm G'd up
They talk down, I'm rich now, lil' nigga, I can head home
Fresh up outta cell block and fill up an arena
I'm turnt up, you try and get your face blown
I'm smokin' on doja, I pull up rollin' on some ignant shit
Know the opp pack potent, police pull us over, bitch, get rid of it
Motherfuck them shows, I ain't leavin' my home, bitch, I'm really rich
And I'm so caught up in my ways I tend to all that shit
Order 750 from the bank and they say, "Goddamn"
I ain't gotta walk in, I just call, they know who I am
Flex on Instagram and go to tweakin', seem like I spam
So many plaques around this bitch, fuck who don't like what I'm sayin'
Swervin' in that Lamb' with the gang, we all tool totin'
You start this shit, on Dump, we end it with them tools blowin'
Pussy, I was tryna buy a soul but my bro stole it
Swipe so much, interior rig, I think my car totaled
Yeah, fuck your lingo, how you bummin', nigga?
I'ma post the Trey on 38, I hear ya comin' nigga
Prolly got my stick out with a big ass stack of hundreds, nigga
Better have your stick out, we let six off when you turnin' nigga
How you get them cars and all that jewelry nigga?
I don't know
How you spent that money and still got millions nigga?
I don't know
How ya got all them bitches and don't want one nigga?
I don't know
Why you actin' slow? Nigga, fuck it, let your chrome blow
Nigga, I don't know
(Ayy, why you feel like all these hoes ain't shit?)
Nigga, I don't know
(Ayy, I really do know but I really don't know, but look here)
Nigga, I don't know
(Ayy, just rolled a blunt up and light the strong, nigga, fuck)
Pussy nigga, say that you want smoke, then let your chrome blow
Bitch stop all that hatin', just come say somethin' with your own folk
Jumpin' in that Maybach, in my Styrofoam, red dope
I'm full of pills, in my Bentley, who that is? Your ho
Why them bitches don't want nominate Lil Top? I don't wan' know
I'm from the streets, I got that guap, this shit I'm blessed for
This shit around my wrist'll get you popped or get you stepped on
But on the other end, I don't get nothin' less than one-fifty
A show
How you get them cars and all that jewelry nigga?
I don't know
How you spent that money and still got millions nigga?
I don't know
How ya got all them bitches and don't want one nigga?
I don't know
Why you actin' slow? Nigga, fuck it, let your chrome blow
I can't take the clean route, I'm G'd up
They talk down, I'm rich now, lil' nigga, I can head home
Fresh up outta cell block and fill up an arena
I'm turnt up, you try and get your face blown
Savage nigga, I don't know
Uh, yeah, Lil Top, nigga, I don't know
Bitch on Vogue, nigga, I don't know
Who I'm fuckin' with, that's your ho
i wrote a song about my dog to this song lol i roll wit a pittie if u roll up he gon eat u, overheard him talking tuffness call my goons and we gon beat u, u don't know nothing bout the gusher so shut up before i teach you, u can throw them hands but imma pick u up and yeet u, i roll w a pittie he bout yay tall, he don't tolerate disrespect he gon up and tear ya face off, how i got so much money earned it i don't take no days off, went from rags to having riches i guess u can say it paid off, the pitbull i rock wit his name pharaoh, 6th sense i can tell when u saying cap like i did tarot, cuban rest on my neck it got width but urs is narrow, my balenciagas don't got no strings it ain't no cello,
it say mk on my bag yea, soldiers got my back mhm, bought a chain with the rocks they black mhm, and my goons you know we slatt mhm, hadda get off my butt, yea, and get up in the bag uh huh, on my feet is crocs, yea, and the buttons color black mhm, so much ice i'm freezing cold, might have to get a coat, so much water on my choker, might have to get a boat, the rollie tik tok but the time moves slow, and my pockets real heavy so i walk real slow,
keep talkin i might jus pop off, leave em walking funny, funny how they wan be my friend when i walk w a hunnid, u not buddy so stay back, unless it's business money, i like the bling i get a watch and i buss down the rollie,
pitbull big belly, hefty, give him a rotisserie he slurp it like it's jelly, bedazzle out the collar cuban shole is heavy, stick ur fingers through his gate and he gon turn em to spaghetti
i roll wit a pittie if u roll up he gon eat u, overheard him talking tuffness call my goons and we gon beat u, u don't know nothing bout the gusher so shut up before i teach you, u can throw them hands but imma pick u up and yeet u, i roll w a pittie he bout yay tall, he don't tolerate disrespect he gon up and tear ya face off, how i got so much money earned it i don't take no days off, went from rags to having riches i guess u can say it paid off, the pitbull i rock wit his name pharaoh, 6th sense i can tell when u saying cap like i did tarot, cuban rest on my neck it got width but urs is narrow, my balenciagas don't got no strings it ain't no cello,
my pitbull is my partner, he do what i say so, he solid, y'all lil puppies fold jus like some playdoh, he be thuggin in the rain he tough he don't need no raincoat, he the only one who i would give half my bankroll that's pharoah,
i roll wit a pittie if u roll up he gon eat u, overheard him talking tuffness call my goons and we gon beat u, u don't know nothing bout the gusher so shut up before i teach you, u can throw them hands but imma pick u up and yeet u, i roll w a pittie he bout yay tall, he don't tolerate disrespect he gon up and tear ya face off, how i got so much money earned it i don't take no days off, went from rags to having riches i guess u can say it paid off,
How u got all this money and all this jewelry nigga idk
👌😂😂
I'm smokin' on doja, I pull up rollin' on some ign'ant shit
Know the opp pack potent, police pull us over, bitch, get rid of it
Motherfuck them shows, I ain't leavin' my home, bitch, I'm really rich (Bitch, I'm rich)
And I'm so caught up in my ways, I tint out all that shit
Order seven-fifty from the bank and they say, "Goddamn"
I ain't gotta walk in, I just call, they know who I am
Flex on Instagram and go to tweakin', seem like I spam
So many plaques around this bitch, fuck who don't like what I'm sayin'
Swervin' in that Lam' with the gang, we all tool totin' (Tool totin')
You start this shit, on Dump, we end it with them tools blowin' (Tools blowin')
Pussy, I was tryna buy a soul, but my bro stole it (Man, he stole it)
Swipe too much, interior rig, I think my car totaled (Car totaled)
La cons est douce, donc je fume le petou doucement
J'tousse
J'tire une taffe
J'assure condition d'apaisement
Car j'ai la frousse
Plein de fruits dans le froc,
Dans le poches, plein d'Fric
Plein de pochetards pleins d'flics
J'fume, j'fais c'que j'veux, j'm'affilie
Au confinement donc j'la joue fine
J'sais qu'jsuis pas dans un film
Donc j'file, jfous les graines dans la terre fine
Moi,
Quand j'commence un projet je le termine
Donc tous les jours, j'massure qu'pot est bien abreuvé
Tu veux goûter ? T'es pas mon pote eh bah désolé
Mais moi j'suis pas comme toutes ces salopes qui,
sans arrêt,
cherchent les sommes
Veulent grimper en haut du sommet
Quitte à finir au sol assommés
C'est pas facile tout les jours
J'dois faire face aux blem-pros de sobre
T'ouvres ta bouche mais j'tai pas sonné
Tu m'raconte qu'tu fais du sale
🔥🔥
🔥🔥🔥
😈😈😈
kJ 🔫🤟🏼ty
Ayy, hello? (Who is this?)
I just got off the phone with DDawg (not gonna say)
Ayy, you keep stuck up in your ways, you gon' fall, time (goddamn, nigga)
Man, I know that shit, nigga
Yeah, don't know, ayy, pull up, though
I ran up that money so muthafuckin' high
Ayy, I swear to God I could stop rappin' now
Nigga, I don't give a fuck about what you think, bitch
I can't take the clean route, I'm G'd up
They talk down, I'm rich now, lil' nigga, I can head home
Fresh up outta cell block and fill up an arena
I'm turnt up, you try and get your face blown
I'm smokin' on doja, I pull up rollin' on some ignant shit
Know the opp pack potent, police pull us over, bitch, get rid of it
Motherfuck them shows, I ain't leavin' my home, bitch, I'm really rich
And I'm so caught up in my ways I tend to all that shit
Order 750 from the bank and they say, "Goddamn"
I ain't gotta walk in, I just call, they know who I am
Flex on Instagram and go to tweakin', seem like I spam
So many plaques around this bitch, fuck who don't like what I'm sayin'
Swervin' in that Lamb' with the gang, we all tool totin'
You start this shit, on Dump, we end it with them tools blowin'
Pussy, I was tryna buy a soul but my bro stole it
Swipe so much, interior rig, I think my car totaled
Yeah, fuck your lingo, how you bummin', nigga?
I'ma post the Trey on 38, I hear ya comin' nigga
Prolly got my stick out with a big ass stack of hundreds, nigga
Better have your stick out, we let six off when you turnin' nigga
Write some fye 🔥 shit to this youngboy type beat Totally Patriots big homie ua-cam.com/video/MOWGPe2STcE/v-deo.html