Title: 10 (Ten outta Ten)
Artist: Thickmouse feating Murda Bling
Genre(s): Hip hop, Rap
Length: 4:30

Ten or Ten outta Ten is a hip hop collaboration from Thick mouse and Murda Bling. It has been a minute since either artist has done something but this year looks to be the year where things get off of both stars. The song starts off with a sample of a classic hip-hop single from back in the day and get reworked into something fresh. The Chorus Is them with both of them talking about how some people relax and take it easy letting them come to them while others do not. Thickmouse verse talks about how she is not afraid to do things that others will feel would be too risky, too out there, too bold. How would people censor her and try to keep her more docile and feminine which isn't going to be the real her as she claim that people just don't know how to be free. Murda's verse is about how he goes about working hard and refuses to sit back and allow things to come to him. He puts a lot of time and effort into his craft and expects that from others around him and if they can't do that then they are wasting their time and he is not going to allow that. At the end Thickmouse uses part of the chorus to make a guy follow her lead and let her take control.

ThickMouse
Murda Bling
Together



(Chorus)
Some of you gonna talk
Some of you gonna walk that shit
Some of you gonna bark
Some of you gonna bite that shit
Some of you gonna complain
Yall the ones on that lame ass shit
Yall on that tame ass shit
Sit, sit, sit, sit
You know you a good boy when you listen
You know I get stingy when it comes to attention
I better be the only one in your mentions
Cause I on one
You know I’m 10, 10, 10, 10, 10

Boy, you know that I’m a living goddess
boy, You know you love it when I’m not being modest
Boy, I’m on my shit, and that’s when I’m the hottest
You tired of those meek bitches, well I'm the wildest
Wild, wild, I’m crazy, I’m high-profiled
You like it, you love it, your friends in denial
They can’t fuck us, they can mess with me
All we need is trust, they can't handle being free
I just speak my mind, they pull out the red tape
They try to dress me down, when I leave their mouth agape
I knew I had the drop on him We got so many tapes

(Chorus)
Some of you gonna talk
Some of you gonna walk that shit
Some of you gonna bark
Some of you gonna bite that shit
Some of you gonna complain
Yall the ones on that lame ass shit
Yall on that tame ass shit

Step to me, you know you in the danger zone
I’m grinding hard while you just on your phone
Flexin’ like a king, you ain't got a throne
All these niggas actin' soft like they made of foam
Catch me ballin’ out, never playin' humble
Got that hustle spirit, you know I never stumble
Runnin' with my crew, we always lookin' fresh
10 to 10 on the grind, never need to flex
Thug life, bitch, we livin' with conviction
Cash in hand, that's my motherfuckin' addiction
Stackin' paper, makin' moves, can't afford to sit
You can take a seat while I’m droppin’ hits
So remember my name, I'm the cream of the crop
Ain't no stoppin' me now, I’m risin’ to the top
Through the struggle, I hustle, never on that flop
10 Outta 10, baby, I’ll make your jaw drop.

(Hook)
Sit, you know you a good boy when you listen
Sit, you know I get stingy when it comes to attention
Sit, I better be the only one in your mentions
Sit, Sit, sit, Good Boy.


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