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lirik lagu 100 shots a day – cheecho

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[intro]

d*mn. n*ggas be cooking up them bangers, man. that sh*t ain’t nothing, man. n*ggas back out there in the street, man. this sh*t about to go down, man. a hundred shots a day. get the f*ck out that frontline if you ain’t with that sh*t, man. hunterz. d*mn

[hook]

a hundred shots a day
i’m toting that stick like, “who trying to play?”
and i’m at war, b*tch, ain’t n0body safe
one of my opps about to die, i baked his cake
that sh*t up top, we matching drac’ for drac’
i been on that road, i’m jamming state to state
i ain’t had sh*t, b*tch, i had to make a way
if i tell you what i did, you’d think i made it up
money win war, my opps can’t make enough
$2500 ain’t sh*t to get ’em touched
n*gga got spanked for a mixtape
and i need everybody see, put a n*gga on display
n*gga get shot if he bring his ass this way
i just might catch me a body and hop on the interstate
free gbaby, might hit a anime
real trap n*gga, get back in ten days

[bridge]

no, for real, man, n*gga get back in ten days, man. sh*t ain’t nothing, man. call the plug; tell him send a load over. and i got them hunters going a hundred miles an hour in traffic, man. watch that car. huh? what he say? d*mn
[verse]

last night, n*ggas hit it up
better watch that car, we hopping out fin doors
if you think i’m a l!ck, it’ll turn to a triple call
they look at the stats, i just dropped me a triple*double
i could call me a play cause there’s k!llers that’s in the huddle
shots going to rain, we going to leave his ass in a puddle
better move smart, don’t get caught with your baby mother
that n*gga my son, i should do him like baby boy
my young n*gga geeking and hit ’em with baby cake
better watch that car, we going to do him like 88
they pull up smart, we got sh*t up lincoln
backdoor move, he don’t know what i’m thinking
we just slid, ’bout to repeat
it ain’t hard to pull up and see
point that finger, i send you to e.t
catch my opp, i’ll make you a ep
we hop out cars, sh*t look 3d
back in the day i was running from six deep
i’m hitting up opps, i don’t care if they six deep
no more dc b*tches, that sh*t too risky
and no more playing on both sides
big akh, think i might slide in a bowtie
ot said he going to coach me in overtime
bruh come home, them n*ggas going to owe up
[hook]

a hundred shots a day
i’m toting that stick like, “who trying to play?”
and i’m at war, b*tch, ain’t n0body safe
one of my opps about to die, i baked his cake
that sh*t up top, we matching drac’ for drac’
i been on that road, i’m jamming state to state
i ain’t had sh*t, b*tch, i had to make a way
if i tell you what i did, you’d think i made it up
money win war, my opps can’t make enough
$2500 ain’t sh*t to get ’em touched
n*gga got spanked for a mixtape
and i need everybody see, put a n*gga on display
n*gga get shot if he bring his ass this way
i just might catch me a body and hop on the interstate
free gbaby, might hit a anime
real trap n*gga, get back in ten days

[outro]

d*mn. yeah, n*gga told ya’ll, man. we ain’t f*cking around, man. get down or lay down, man. 2021, man. we taking over, man. we on they ass, man, ten toes

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