Lyrics:
sare kaba kaba
Mo free pa bi Ono Abuja
I gat big money like isababa
Owo ti Mo fe bi 100 bags
100 100 100 bags
Oh my God when I go make am
Baba God
Hoor mij (hear),
Voel mij (feel),
Vrees mij (fear),
Wees mij!
For four hundred years this broken spirit roamed the land.
For four hundred years
Out came the sun and dried out the rain
And the itsy bitsy spider he tries (tries) (tries) (tries)
“You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take”,
Michael
dat shot dat make my prof wit no interruptions,
If it weren't me dat took ur pack it was quano no questions dats 100
Where i come from u can't be deaf,
From the ground up
Zero to one hundred keep on running
Not done
Never gon' stop
Got my God on me yeah He for me
Got all the love
I'm never going back
如果你给我的是0º的爱情
也别想我回应100º的真心
没说的话 都不用表明
我早已接收到几分讯息
失眠的夜晚总是很安静
像笼罩在头顶的乌云
坐在离你多远的距离
才能时刻保持着清醒
你说我们的爱少了默契
情绪出现两极
却用沉默来代替
你靠近我就热情
你冷淡我就结冰
你向前我就握紧
你后退我就放行
如果你给我的是0º的爱情
brr, brr, brr, brr)
Newborn baby, my Richard Mille nine months (ooh)
Overseas, hundreds gettin', bitch, croissants (uh)
Wrecked the GTR (skrrt), I
hundred thousand to play in some heels
Festival season, I'm out in Brazil
See that I'm hot and I ain't got no chill, uh, yeah
Mercedes the Benz and I
know that it sounds crazy, baby
I just wanna see ya
Oh, I gotta ask
Do you got plans tonight?
I'm a couple hundred miles from Japan, and I
I was
the waitress (uh)
I got a stack for security (uh)
And I got five other bitches I'ma fuck while she wearing my jewelry (uh)
And I got a couple hundred dollars
Drop the top on the Wraith, I'ma make it lose its mind
I just made 100k, it was quicker than a Vine
I was swinging from a vine, tryna put me down, but
I Patek that, 100 on a bust down (bust down)
You ain't gang, set, nigga stay the fuck from 'round (slatt)
Baby graduated (how?)
She gave me cap
base it out (whip it)
Okay my my my my, that's my baby now
Keep it on the low 'cause that's your lady now
I just made me a hundred and eighty now
you (whoa)
You got that water so I'm still stuck with you (splash)
Make it vibrate, seven-hundred thirty minutes (yeah)
Make it vibrate,
the cost
Hundred thousand cash, hid it in the lawn
It ain't 'bout a bag, I don't wanna talk
(21, 21, 21)
Bad guy, bad guy, bad guy, bad guy (I'm
beater (No job)
Reaching that Chanel bag pull out the heater
I'ma make your life a hundred times sweeter
'Cause I'ma get you
Straight, in line
the dirt
Young niggas throwin' up their sets
Us niggas running through these checks
Hundred jam I still no flex
Wearin' Nikes when I'm running through
Udigg what I'm sayin
All hundreds I'm a count it fast
Yeah
Wanted money, I couldn't enjoy a class
Yeah
I'm a big old player I got it from my dad
Yeah
wit' ones (I tell 'em I tell 'em)
I got that paper bag full of paper
Bag full of kush
Big choppa I can hit you from a hundred foots
What's
off)
And I know you don't wanna miss this plane (know you don't wanna miss this plane)
Started with a hundred bricks (bricks, bricks, bricks)
Now I
on Pennsylvania Avenue
After two hundred thirty-something years of waiting
It's way past overdue
Yeah, I think it's time we put a woman in the White House
the morning, they kick in the door
We lookin' for money, we lookin' for gold
My niggas one hundred, my niggas on go
My niggas is trappin', dabbin', what is
de eso (¡ju!)
Déjale' caer to' el peso
De la ley, buey, como a 100 por el expreso (¡ju!)
Déjale' caer to' el peso
Dale, pa' que le reviente' los
out like he holding up the bank
I'm driving foreign whips, spent a hundred on my wrist
I might take your bitch, private flight, take a trip
I used
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