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100 - b.a badd lyrics

yo, uh, i don’t f*ck with none of y’all rap n*ggas
don’t reach a hand for no dap n*gga
i don’t sneak diss or @ n*ggas
just plot my co*rs* and i clap n*ggas
laugh at all of you rap n*ggas
claim you in the streets where you at n*gga
you a hustler now, you got a pack n*gga

i’ma tell you now watch your back n*gga
i don’t want your shorty, she wack n*gga
pass on your sister, she fat n*gga
i done came home and got fat n*gga
now i flip weight and got racks n*gga
purple jeans on my ass n*gga
you a broke boy, you need a cast n*gga
you the actor type, you need a cast n*gga

i done came home and blew past n*ggas
diadoras walk past n*ggas
i press ignore my old b*tch
cousin choosey says she wanna do me
if she asks about it, i don’t know sh*t
can’t lie, that b*tch cute
you know i’m fin too bend her over, grip her shoulder

hit her with that rick rude
that n*gga p*ssy, and that p*ssy snuck me
he ain’t want thе fade, so that p*ssy cut me
i’m getting p*ssy and i’m gеtting money
everybody eating, y’all look at hungery
about to cop a cuban and it’s looking chunky
and i dare a p*ssy to come and take it from me
your life a joke and it’s looking funny keep on acting cute and it’s getting ugly
put a hooptie car on my wrist and i spend rim prices on sneakers
three fifty seven fresh out the box and i bang that b*tch like a speaker
not your n*gga, call me god garments fresh like it’s easter

if you spending with them n*ggas guarantee my prices is cheaper
all my n*ggas is 100
all my b*tches is 100
two fifties, blue benjies what i’m saying
100
two thirties and a forty on me
just add it up and that’s 100

ebe, we the mob, what i’m saying
100
all my n*ggas is 100
all my b*tches is 100 two fiftys, blue benjiges
what i’m saying
100
two thirties and a forty on me
just add it up and that’s 100
ebe, we the mob, what i’m saying
100

- b a badd lyrics

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