Lyrics:
married to the streets (streets)
It got me married to the streets, married to the streets
Yeah, yeah, honey I'm home
I'm married to the streets, 100
that's a tripple double
That's balling, shot clock wife beater
This the life, better tell 'em, Trip
Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Nigga made a hundred flip let
guaranteed if he don't
Die at the scene
Hundred cash guaranteed if he don't
Drop at the scene
I'm natural born, from the gravel up on
I get gate, these stakes
tattoos it look
Like I took all the ink
I throw the money in the air
It go a hundred feet
I throw the money in the air
It go a hundred feet
If you tryna
Three hundred and sixty-nine nights ago
We were in some bar by the harbour down in Montauk Cove
Three hundred and sixty-eight days ago
The car broke
would poison, you dismember
I'm not talking about a Beatles song
Written a hundred years before I was born
They're all talking about the round
gonna worry no more,
'Cause we'll be safe for a while in the Hall of a Hundred Doors.
Got no reason to hide, got nothing to fear,
'Cause they're all
possible for me to kick to you
Predict to you for future reference
For you to take heed but that's your preference
What makes two hundred and fifty seven
on the highway.
Speed down the highway,
Rack up the miles.
One hundred twenty-one, a hundred twenty-two.
Roll down the window,
Roll out the miles.
One
you like these shoes or not?
Bro retarded, but will scribble somethin' like he DoodleBob
Used to do the ramen, it's two hundred dollar noodles now
car, put two hundred on the dash for me? (Skrrt)
Talk about who I smashed, can you put that shit in the past for me, baby?
(Baby, baby, baby, yeah)
steady screamin' gang, baby, granny gran' baby righteous
Three hundred bands later, I still ain't drop and y'all united
They say Lil Tim the biggest opp
on the roof with the bird
Hundred-fifty for a feature, five thou' every word
Youngest, grimey in New York, even your mama gettin' served
Servin' rocks, had
on my bros, oh, yeah, yeah
Just for his head, a hundred thousand, say less, I pay that
Got plenty money, but I had to jump up out my bag
I stayed
count up in a Masi'
Tears fall from the lies, despite
Hundred bands through the time of the night
When you left, I ain't wanna live life
Now I'm happy
have a hundred bands (beep)
Now I'm outside with the gang doin' the money dance
I'm in rush hour, roadrunnin' (mmh)
I'm in rush hour, roadrunnin' like
cleanse (Cleanse)
Sellin' these pounds, a hundred times I jumped the fence (12)
Breakin' it down, I made a pound turn to ten (Ten)
Them hunnids ain't
contest (Whoa)
I couldn't afford the baguettes (Baguettes)
You can't survive without sex (Survive)
Bitch, I got M's, correct (M's)
Hundred round total,
thuggin, I'm thuggin
Fuck him
In the drought we gon' eat yellin "flood it"
Took my lick when I went in I'm 100
Swag cut up bad my new mac, kodak black
how I'm doing
Rock and rolling on them
100 bottles, give me every bottle in this bitch
Where she at?
I want every model in this bitch
Blow
across all tame
A hundred volts take your life ain't no game
I switch them lights off
Hey DJ turn them lights off
She got my lights switched on
My
Yeah
Yeah yeah
Quavo
I just counted up a hundred thousand, I don't like to do no talkin'
Show these niggas that I'm ballin', show these hoes
across all tame
A hundred volts take your life ain't no game
I switch them lights off
Hey DJ turn them lights off
She got my lights switched on
My
Hundreds stacked, blow it out for fun
Southside, that's where I'm from
You can call it that, you can call it that
You can call it that, you can call it
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