Lyrics:
Bun-B and Slim Thug
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
Bun-B and Slim Thug
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's
ninety-nine shit, they ain't a hundred
Keep that shit a hundred, you need one more number
[Verse 1]
Niggas on some ninety-nine
I been crossed by family, I
we perceive it to be
Deceived by archaic dreams 'bout how degrees are the key
And we cling to our mobile screens and IGs for normalcy
Fast flood
love the cash
Harlem world niggas got G's in the stash
No questions asked, time will tell, Heaven or Hell
You don't wanna be the nigga who be catchin'
only be reviewed.
eccentric landscape and recur
misbehave two or three times
in dragged approach and blown
in common wind and broken
weather.
a painted memory
A portrait he will never see
Blood red speckled daisies tell of his fate
He never saw it coming, He never knew a thing
And I have uncovered
So we gotta put the work in, gotta keep it 100, gotta go out and get it
Wanna be the greatest of all time
If u wanna be the greatest, then u gonna have
won't laugh at your looks
Your voice or your face
And by any number of bets in the book
Will be rollin' long after the bubblegum craze
You need
stall
Stutter, softer than melted butter
There's no other word, go ask your mother
Hard solid as your city
Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that
I spy with my eye
I try hundred times
Time will tell tell me now
I try hundred times
I spy with my eye
I try hundred times
Don't trust you at all
Don't fuck wit deceit
Niggas die on the daily and who got the energy
Honestly rather be honest so when I am asked my portrait is painted
Evading new
Hanna Montana in the whip
Momma never told me there'd be days like this
I'm winning, I'm winning they envy me
100 Hundred 100 Hundred like centipede
I'm
at the age of 25
Do you have any idea what will happen to those men by the time they're 65
These 100 men who all start even at the age of 25 believe they're
soon
Told him we should film it at my desk by the Mac too
Hundred likes on my page
I’mma drop it this Sat. dude
A remix, favorite rapper
A song, called
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
and conceited
I'm sucker free, sucker ducking, so tell them suckers to beat it
Don't fuck with me busta, trust me your future will be deleted
Such a G, ain't no
Probably wanna yawn, when will it dawn on 'em I'm a Don
Ridin' foreign, curtains drawn, gettin' blown by a blond, I'm the bomb
Terrorist, hella rich,
know times will get hard
I'll pick up your life just abide by the lord
Or ride by the lord
Abide by the lord
Abide by the lord
You bout to get it from
a person gets to be
Such a hero, folks,
And marvelous beyond compute,
You can never really tell
About a guy like that
(whether he's really a nice person
the seasons change and pass us by
Don't know what to do
In these unprecedented times
Will my friends forget my face
Will their fondness of my be erased
While
there clock is wrong
But all my problems will be second
And all my worries will be gone
I'll have money bags for breakfast, smell like "Bitch I'm Rich"
there clock is wrong
But all my problems will be second
And all my worries will be gone
I'll have money bags for breakfast, smell like "Bitch I'm Rich"
hooked one time
So I gotta OD
All I ever wanted son was a brick, a mask and a hunnid guns
Put a grip in a mesh if you want it son
For them chips I be
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