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lirik lagu 100 – ye ali

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feat. heyzeus

(hook x2)
i need 100 f-ckin’ bottles x2
got a hundid f-ckin’ reasons,
that we all celebratin’
cause we know we nothin’ like you
got 100 f-ckin’ b-tches
i got 100 f-ckin’ hoes
when it come to the crib,
got 100 f-ckin’ reasons that should come by the club, yo

(verse: heyzeus)
keep it 100, this sh-t is amazing
b-tches and mollie the greatest
me and ye we pull up like drizzy and soulja
hop on, n-gg-, we made it
huh, got 100 f-ckin’ haters,
i swear i love the f-ckin’ haters
bet you have art full of love
got 100 f-ckin’ choice and you know
you bout to take ’em
got 100 f-ckin’ checks, n-gg-s know that i don’t stress
welcome at the club, so clean
got 100 different card notes hangin’ on my neck
got 100 f-ckin’ blunts, lean, puff puff p-ss
take a motherf-ckin’ roulette, they was checkin’ on the n-gg-s
now er’body got his own sh-t down
whacha say? pop down

(interlude x3)
just keep it 100 x2
you f-ckin’ with me, baby
just keep it 100
i noticed the life that you wanted x2
just keep it 100

(verse)
yeah, 100 100 100 100 100 100 i’m lovin’ the hustle my n-gg-
makin’ these hits, souls, 31 torches my n-gg-
i just spent 600 dollars on my luggage
i f-ck them then pull out, then bust on yo stomach
i’mma take ova or smth, i ain’t decided, i’m sorry
what i’m sayn, i’ll wait in the lobby, i’m smoking and drinking
and jhumpin’ and drivin’, my n-gg-
jump off the curve, we ain’t doubtin’ my n-gg-
got nine ounce, so we never die and you gone
you gonna die, my n-gg-, we tryna get fat
that’s word to allah, isalah
five wistler full o’ ?
motherf-cker like me tryna shoot airshots
laid up with my white b-tch, chillin’ like a mariah
when god took me away to the sky in a chariot
if you got a pro’lem, i’mma shoot yo head, make it pop
burry you, and the b-tch, -ss so fat that i think i’m gonna marry you
put no week sh-t on the schedule
i can look you in the eyes and change my schedule
p-ssy

(hook x2)
i need 100 f-ckin’ bottles x2
got a hundid f-ckin’ reasons,
that we all celebratin’
cause we know we nothin’ like you
got 100 f-ckin’ b-tches
i got 100 f-ckin’ hoes
when it come to the crib,
got 100 f-ckin’ reasons that should come by the club, yo