Lyrics:
Got it, scientific no research
But it's been proven by my ego
That I shouldn't talk to strangers
But here you are
Here you are
Got it, newspaper no
up by my lonely no you can not get a hand
I got 100s and 50s of rocks iced out on my clock
On the other hand call it a watch
Just climbing my way
Life is full of endless mystery
But if we sit too long it slips by silently
Don't think so hard; just go and play
Make some mischief, misbehave
Prada hoes
College ho, Zone 3, niggas with a lot of gold
Snoop guard the door
I just love being by the stove
Heres some food for thought, a little
people think I'm crazy
But Gucci Mane really love all that shit ?
Hundred ? a day shit, hundred dollar blind shit
You can wear my shoes ?
Millions
)
Five (hundred, hundred, hundred)
Five (hundred, hundred, hundred)
I don't really know why every time you roll by
Tires melting to the floor, I don't
monetary
Gain in this vain universe
Pain keeps me sane, choose to live!
Many choices hundreds of voices
I'm a soldier hunted by demons
I pray wisdom will be
reasons why
But, one hundred and two
Keeps me by your side
Naturally I'm comin' back, cut the crap
I've been cutting up the check, hundred bands
Hundred bands, hundred bands
I've been cuttin' up the check, hundred
that, I got a hundred chickens on the way
That white flag, that's when these hoes surrender on the yay
They like that, you know the plug know me by
(baow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30's and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin' up dope with a Uzi (dope)
(baow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30's and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin' up dope with a Uzi (dope)
please.
A hundred years ago.
They thought the stars were set a-light,
Ho, yes, ho!
By some good angel every night,
A hundred years ago.
They hung a man
It ain't nothing but a couple of racks
Matress so packed I got a few hundred stacks
Money so large shipments coming by barge
Selling narcotics now
Teach me to number my days
Teach me to walk in Your ways
Even when I doubt, I'll praise You
Even when I doubt, I'll praise You
And a hundred times I
feel
But I love her just the same and I'm not ashamed
To be graced by her presence
You see I praise her
I praise her like I praise the heavens
a hundred
on the things that I can do
Like pull her her your friend and you
And I can really run it up 25 is not enough, 50k is not enough
I need 100 or nun, I need 100
got dopest shit prep for release
Look in the mirror see the man like I got stopped by police
Im not what you think, Im beyond these niggas optical
cookie
The hustle is real Will & Jada Smith Level
Easy to see even by the Daredevil
She Loving Da Way that I'm Counting Dem Bands
I Keep It 100 and thats
I keep it a hundred no lesser
Throwing hundreds on the dresser
I'm a pro professional finesser
Who you know I might just bless you
Walkin' Margiela
lace
Raised by concrete no you can’t relate
Fuck having to wait
Now here go a taste
Yea turn up the bass
Ugh
We so outta they range
100
Webbo jumped
talking about what we've done
Seconds
minutes
hours
days
Every moment slips away
Years go by in a heartbeat
so don't let me slip away
In a 100 years
Frightened survivor in my world too shy to see
Softly I spoke, softly I'm dying
Crushed by your power, by my willingness to bleed
I know a hundred ways
100 bands, keep it in the pants
Your girl buys my brands, keeps me by her hands
100 bands, keep it in the pants
Your girl buys my brands, gotta
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