Lyrics:
Hundred bricks on the roads, took a couple routes (bricks)
Plus momma house, Hermes and Fendi couch (eh)
I ain't really with the razzle dazzle
Knock him
Always
The Ink Spots
Written by Irving Berlin
This version not released as a single
Five versions charted in 1926, two in 1944, and two more in
a taxi Honestly, I'm trying to fuck a backseat
I run up just like a athlete my team gone run up them hundreds like track meets
Heard you the plug got
taken back
They taken back, by my skills
Strike a cord in their nerves
Give em all the chills
La Roux comin' for you swagger on a hundred mill
A hundred
screaming in hell
No such thing as a bail
Nor a saved by the bell
When the heat is for real
Better throw in the towel
Before you empty your bowels
And be
down on the page
Then I'm paid a 100K to go spit that on the stage
Look, the road wasn't easy, I ain't perfect (I ain't perfect)
Nobody put me on, I
Got these bitches Dancing
Throw this money bitch
Do a hand stand
Fuck on a bad bitch by the sand
Let me hit it baby I'm just saying
Rub me while I
out the sea foam
Giving you the Willie's as I'm stepping off my steamboat
Left here by the gods and beheaded by a rod
I've some deadly black spots
said and done
I'm back to depression and self-loathing
Cause I've got scars I can't hide with clothing
No my scars are up top, in my mind
Caused by
Chai
Gather around
Hear the sound
Feel the rhythm
Follow the clap clap clap
Were the palm wine
Bring the bush meat
Cos na tales by moonlight be
of leather
Cause it's not fair to keep what I have inside only for me
I'm a pass it out--watch it grow like it was sea monkeys
No doubt we will get there, I'm
You know where I might be
Any given Saturday night
You know what dress to wear
How to make it look just right
When you walk by
How to smile like
the niggas paid by the lord
Yea yea
Bitch, I'm a savage
Monkey bullets
Jumping out the carriage yea
Couldn't pick a bitch
Spend the barrel yea
Dive in
ed, tell a story of the streets
[big ed]
My nigga jay got his ass snatched, why wasn't he strapped
Kidnapped by four niggas dressed in black
Ahh dats
ain't fair to Skype the prom
Our kids sit home in isolation
TV news is always on
When you can't do what you do
You do what you can
This ain't my
Yea
These niggas ain’t nun
Soufside, On the way
Yea
Nigga cap You ain’t talking bout nothing
Big blue faces, see how I’m 100
Im step, cause
these hundreds turn me to a lunatic
I be with some demons cross you like a crucifix
Gettin high shawty gave me brain like a tutor did
Everybody knowing,
Yea
These niggas ain't talkin' bout nun
Soufside, On the way
Yea
Nigga cap You ain't talking bout nothing
Big blue faces, see how I'm 100
trash
Living life, losing friends and I'm making cash
It's all fair in love and war
I start off each morning by wanting more
I get with the times and I
Ridin' While Ya Dirty, 'cause They Gunnin For My Top
I Ain't Duckin And Dodgin, I'm Only Runnin From The Cops
Spendin Grand By The Grand By Hundred On My
you're the one he's trying to match up to baby
I'd thank you for the days we spent I'll try not care
Cause I know by me calling it just wouldn't be fair
wear
A red monkey on the jeans, eleven hundred for the pair
Might show 'em how to ball this year, yeah
The dogs the fresh London fog this year
Put
to get your fuckin throat slit
I wanna call Gus and hang you by your pedo wrists
This is not a threat, just a little wish
Also scammy fake mechanics do
Rusted doors and moldy walls
Happiness in what she owns
Three hundred square feet of hope
Backed by a few perpetual loans
c quiet life, a roof
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