100 Rounds
Breezy Tha 3rd
Become A Better Singer In Only 30 Days, With Easy Video Lessons!
March Madness for the season, bitch I'm mad every weekend Holdin' niggas for they ransoms, niggas never touch the deep end Bitches fold without a question, tell her turn, tuck them knees in Niggas hate to see your blessings, and they don't even like you sneezin It was cold all them nights, couple niggas left me freezin Can't never move without the pipe, I know some niggas out for revenge Couple niggas on site, niggas never ran their defense Bitches feelin' almighty, they be flexin' like they He-Man Ain't breakin' bread with you niggas, but I'm breakin' bread with the weed man I know the feds with you niggas, they be tellin' all your secrets They be plottin' while I'm winnin', all that phony shit can keep it On the move, on the move, Give me lemons, I'ma squeeze it I can never match your energy, yeah I got too many enemies Yeah I'm sippin' on this Hennessy, couple shows up in Tennessee Swear to niggas they gon' envy me, my pockets healthy with the fuckin' green Secret sauce, I got the recipe, only real can sit next to me Only real can sit next to me, I be ballin' with no referees A walkin' bucket who ahead of me, all them niggas they been dead to me I don't never like to lose, that's why them other niggas chasin' me Them niggas never had a clue, this shit was detined never make believe I was runnin' with some brothers, but a couple brothers turned to enemies Niggas left me in the gutters, I can never let them get to me Now they movin' with a purpose, niggas knowing not to mention me I sign them checks in cursive, all this money I been flippin' G I caught the waves and I surfed it, niggas talkin' rearrange his teeth My brother screamin' it ain't worth it, I hope I never get that rest in peace This life I'm livin' this perfect, them bitches talkin' they ain't shit to me My brother screamin' it ain't worth it, never got my hands dirty But I got the money for the peep, man, bitches trippin' they be thirsty Bro, get the 40 with the weed, man, niggas squeakin' they be chirpin Never fool, play for keeps mans, niggas lookin' like a circus Get your clown ass off the streets, man, bitch phone ain't in service And she struggle, struggle with the heat, man, watch the tone, you sound nervous I can never self-defeat, man, count your money in service F*ck it count it while I eat, man, yeah, I knowingI deserve it I been countin' in my sleep, man, twisted lane and I swerved it When you makin' money, need a few plans, couple homies have served it Freemy brother, that's my fuckin' man, niggas talkin' i ain't worry I been runnin' up a couple bands, niggas tellin' they stories Got a hundred rounds for your fuckin' mans
The easy, fast & fun way to learn how to sing: 30DaySinger.com
Citation
Use the citation below to add these lyrics to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"100 Rounds Lyrics." Lyrics.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 6 May 2024. <https://www.lyrics.com/lyric-lf/13661187/Breezy+Tha+3rd/100+Rounds>.
Discuss the 100 Rounds Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In