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lirik lagu 100 rounds – dro kenji

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[intro]
woah oh, oh (uh)
she is not around
no, she is not around
hahaha, nick, you’re stupid

[chorus]
i’m sick of running through these thots
i got a wife, but she is not around
i’m gon’ come through with this chopper and this sh*t hold like a hundred rounds
if we pop another perc then me and her might go a hundred rounds
i go crazy off these jiggas, out in europe countin’ h*lla pounds (oh)

[verse 1]
uh, i got guns what you sayin’?
uh, i told my slime he gon’ spray him
uh, treat him like the ‘wood, we gon’ bake him
glocks out, macs up, we gon’ broad day him
we gon’ broad day him, we gon’ cold case him
put him on a t*shirt, we gon’ put his face there
that boy like to talk a lot, but really wouldn’t say nothin’
if it’s ’bout some money i’ma pull up with my gang, yeah, yеah
ohh, and i’ve been feeling alone
up in this place without my brothеrs, keep my head on my crown
this stick on me and i won’t aim at anything but your dome
i’m smoking super loud, i get high like i’m ching chang chong (oh)
and my name look like a waterfall
it’s so icy, oh, oh
and she won’t be my wifey, no
but she see me with no thotty, oh
[chorus]
i’m sick of running through these thots
i got a wife, but she is not around
i’m gon’ come through with this chopper and this sh*t hold like a hundred rounds
if we pop another perc then me and her might go a hundred rounds
i go crazy off these jiggas, out in europe countin’ h*lla pounds
i’m sick of running through these thots
i got a wife, but she is not around
i’m gon’ come through with this chopper and this sh*t hold like a hundred rounds
if we pop another perc then me and her might go a hundred rounds
i go crazy off these jiggas, out in europe countin’ h*lla pounds

[verse 2]
i got a ho and she sucking on d*ck and she going so crazy like, “d*mn, wow”
mac with a d*ck, extended clip, suppressor not making a d*mn sound
glock with a laser shot like a taser
lean no chaser, i’m higher than a sp*ce ship
i f*ck with a country b*tch and she love doing dip
asked the b*tch if she could swim ’cause all this water on my wrist (oh god)
i’m getting faded with your b*tch and we been sipping on this cristal
and all these diamonds on my wrist, might f*ck around and freeze my wrist (oh)
i love the missed calls
i’m too high so i can’t see you but baby don’t get p*ssed off
smoking cali gas, f*ck around and lift*off
ohh, f*ck around and lift*off
[chorus]
i’m sick of running through these thots
i got a wife, but she is not around
i’m gon’ come through with this chopper and this sh*t hold like a hundred rounds
if we pop another perc then me and her might go a hundred rounds
i go crazy off these jiggas, out in europe countin’ h*lla pounds
i’m sick of running through these thots
i got a wife, but she is not around
i’m gon’ come through with this chopper and this sh*t hold like a hundred rounds
if we pop another perc then me and her might go a hundred rounds
i go crazy off these jiggas, out in europe countin’ h*lla pounds

[outro]
we go ’round (they know)
hundred rounds
oh