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lirik lagu 100 shots – nle choppa

[intro]
cook that sh*t up, quay (yeah)
earthquake cut up on the beat, earthquake cut the motherf*ckin’ beat, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah

[chorus]
hundred some shots, i shoot out the spot
they don’t know if i did it or not
they don’t know if he make it or not
whippin’ the brick ’till i break out the pot
post up with the drac’ while i’m thuggin’ with josh
got a beam on my gun, he duckin’ to die
and blood on my side, he wipe when i snot
don’t you cry when i die, you better go slide
go berserk in the bih, have a perc’ in the bih
put my d*ck in her hand, make her jerk that sh*t
put syrup on my d*ck, i don’t f*ck with the sh*t
godd*mn, i d*mn near smacked that b*tch

[verse 1]
’cause i charge on the brick, ’cause i’ma smack it
slap it, i ain’t got a big homie, i ‘on’t listen to my daddy
i remember them days i been ratchet
now when you look at my wrist it’s a patek
in the demon and you know i’ma smash it
give us a brick and you know we gon’ wrap it
these special drugs, you know that we packin’
take care of the pack like it was a nanny
few months ago, i got head at the grammys
that sh*t was too boring, i’m whorin’ and askin’
two m in these door, i’m door dashin’
she dropped to the floor but the gun keep clappin’
why the f*ck would i stop ’cause i want a overk!ll
my homie said that’s a dumb idea
so i put him on the sh*t back, call him diarrhea
don’t call me slime, slatt, i’m a crip

[chorus]
hundred some shots, i shoot out the spot
they don’t know if i did it or not
they don’t know if he make it or not
whippin’ the brick ’till i break out the pot
post up with the drac’ while i’m thuggin’ with josh
got a beam on my gun, he duckin’ to die
and blood on my side, he wipe when i snot
don’t you cry finna die, you better go slide
go berserk in the bih, have a perc’ in the bih
put my d*ck in her hand, make her jerk that sh*t
put syrup on my d*ck, i don’t f*ck with the sh*t
godd*mn, i d*mn near smacked that b*tch

[verse 2]
i was missin’ at first but the shooter kinda grow
b*tch f*ck my bro but a ho gon’ be a ho
my trap stay jumpin’, got my deals on the low
talkin’ ’bout he a zip, but he really want coke
if the opps at the party, i’m leavin’ the party
get in my car and then shoot up the party (brrt, brrt)
fill up the clips, .223’s in my cargo
put shots out the hip, have ’em runnin’ r*t*rded
i’m ahead of my time, i’m advance with murder
don’t bring his name up ’cause i murked him
all of my n*ggas, they slide of a purpose
do one of us and you dyin’ and hurtin’

[chorus]
hundred some shots, i shoot out the spot
they don’t know if i did it or not
they don’t know if he make it or not
whippin’ the brick ’till i break out the pot
post up with the drac’ while i’m thuggin’ with josh
got a beam on my gun, he duckin’ to die
and blood on my side, he wipe when i snot
don’t you cry finna die, you better go slide
go berserk in the bih, have a perc’ in the bih
put my d*ck in her hand, make her jerk that sh*t
put syrup on my d*ck, i don’t f*ck with the sh*t
godd*mn, i d*mn near smacked that b*tch

[outro]
(yeah*yeah, yeah*yeah)
i’ma shoot the spot
hunnid*sum shots, i’ma shoot the spot
nle choppa
better start crack up, whippin’ the pot
better start crack up, whippin’ the pot
whippin’ the brick ’till i break out the pot
whippin’ the brick ’till i break out the pot
whippin’ the brick ’till i break out the pot
whippin’ the brick ’till i break out the pot
i murk that stupid with the pot

- nle choppa

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