Lyrics:
(Ertu)
(Lucas)
Ow, yeah, got a stash spot by the lake (uh-huh, yeah)
Ask how I'm doing man I'm great (yeah)
Nine ounces drying on the plate
last shot
100 ways to get it
Well we got 105
Who's gon' take the last shot
When you're down by five
You got a future ahead of you
So your careers
to grey
But when you take me, take me by the hand
It's got to be worth at least a couple a hundred grand
And I couldn't give a damn
Ain't I the king
The bird swims against the tide and runs through grey clouds
A hundred nights go by, the bird takes my writing to reach you
All the nights you're
to the airport 'cause he didn't even pack
They said they want Kyla plus 100k racks
And he agreed to it all just to get his mum back
Ten hours later Shiro's back
The bird swims against the tide and runs through grey clouds
A hundred nights go by, the bird takes my writing to reach you
All the nights you're
[m. van Dyk: l. Boyarsky]
There's a kid who sees the world
A selfish kid: a good kid: a good kid
By his own means he knew the price of life
By his
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the city, me)
Foreign shit, yeah, she gon' rub her clit
Why you frontin'
Kid? You never had a hundred clip
Dirty Fanta, yeah, that muddy shit
Yeah, they love
Iceman Cometh
Mic stands smacking the polite
Fans by the hundreds
Clustered up in green bunches
I would've been the idol of a
Nation made from higher limbs
(brrt)
To your mama
Come here, come here
Come here, come here
Go, go
Plenty shots up on the scene, shell cases on the floor (brrt)
Hundred shots,
(Nick, you're stupid)
Yeah, they tryna ride the wave like a jet-ski (like a, uh)
Hundred bitches on my line tryna sext me (tryna sext me)
Yeah,
Backend all hundreds, they know how I want it
When we slide all choppers, they know how I'm coming
Tried to hide at his mama's, ain't no hidin'
me
100k on me, real neat
Yes, I like my hoes on a leash
Yeah, I like my lil hoe petite
And I like my bank roll beast, yeah, uh
She wanna go
a wish better than this
When you only got hundred years to live
Half time goes by
Suddenly you're wise
Another blink of an eye
Sixty seven is gone
that you'sa God
And that's real shit, thousand hundred dollar bill shit
Front hood to the hills shit, like how the fuck did we build this
Real shit, look
24 hours to live...
24 hours to live...
Seven-thousand, four hundred, twenty three grains
of sand drop from the hourglass
It's how much time I got
CRYING TIME
OH IT'S CRYIN' TIME AGAIN, YOU'RE GONNA LEAVE ME
I CAN SEE THAT FAR AWAY LOOK IN YOUR EYES
I CAN TELL BY THE WAY YOU HOLD ME DARLIN'
diamonds on my chain
Surrounded by bad bitches I can't get 'em out my face
Maybe 'cause a nigga handsome and wealthy
Is it 'cause a nigga cook like
Hoes everywhere black foreign and Asian
I'ma playa by da day, yeah, hustle by da night
Yeah, I roll wit da crew who hadn't eva been light
Yeah, see 'em
yesterday
I was born in the slums, struggled from day one
Ray Charles vision, blinded by the light from the sun
No navigation, no sense of direction
do down south
(Hundred dollar bills?) with furniture in they mouth
If you like it, I love it, when its dry as a drought
If you dig it, I dug it, be
family went away on a weekend ski trip
And they left $100 and a note by the phone
That said: 'Don't have any company till we get home'
No company? I'm
that street life
Seven hundred block of soldiers
But I'm surrounded in this world
Where I'm loved by many
And hated by few
Respected by ya'll
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