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startling black
Letter in a word among hundreds of words
In a continuing Rosengarten
Epic that celebrates
Mankind's holy and relentless
Desire for it'self

when I pop in there
Pop a op and cop a 100 niggas that
Be son’n niggas like they pop in there
A lot of niggas say they
Gettin' gwop but they
Be in

to the back
(Back) , a hundred thousand in the bag
Look, eleven dollars an hour
Ain't enough to live (No)
So I'ma go in every store
And I'ma swipe this shit

Throwin' all the money
Throwin' all the hundreds, yeah
Throwin' all the money
Throwin' all the hundreds, yeah

Hold up, baby, ah, ooh
I hit the bitch from

Keep a shoota wit me, no junkin'
My niggas real right, they one hundred
Red dot, man down, man down
Hit you in your Bull cap
You thought I was

100 copiones
Me visto como quiera
Es weekend y vo' a llegarle
Estoy claro en la mía y
La montamos hasta tarde
Si hay alguien marroneando en la calle
Soy

like, "Hey
Can I take you out?"
Taxed dawg two hundred for a seven
Took an eighthy out
Got some head from my bitch before
She pushed the baby out

Used

of them birds
Chopper with a hundred, Glock with a 30
Murder a nigga, then I pull off swerving
Tricked him on purpose, I'm serving (Bitch)
He acting too

Light it up yeah, yeah, yeah

Bust up the block, it's a light show
(Light show)
I'm with the mob and we don't move polite
(Ahh) i put one hundred G's

You competing
Tryna copy bitch you know you sad
Hundred bands
Tell her put that pussy on my tab
Can’t tell me leave
What i got that’s something you

Jakes
Bitch, I be that nigga screamin' "Murda
Fuckin' raise the rate"
I just put a hundred on that Drac'
Now nigga less they take
I drawl down, shake

but catch cases
(Catch cases)
Playin’ games will make a nigga
Go shoot ya face
Pull it down a hundred rounds
Might shit erase ‘em one hunna

I been

location drop
I'm talkin' one hundred thousand, you catch him, stretch him on his block
Call me Christopher Wallace, blue fitted cap, this ain't New York

Gunna bands, these 100s and 10s (safe)
VVS all on my chin (safe)
Hella hoes came with my Benz (safe)
Helped your bitch with her rent (hey)
Sent some

got a hundred bucks
Daddy let me take his truck
In this truck, I had a mic
I had my niggas set it up
Arrive on 37th Street
Think my past just set me up

Ain't never seen nothin' so bright as the Rio's wide
You're one in a hundred billion
You couldn't even keep it hidden if you tried
So, lone star, tell

'cause over me ain't over you
I'm knockin' back this hundred-proof
I'm in a mess, scared to death of missin' you
If I stop drinkin'

(If I stop

hundred out
I got an awful lot of guns at my mama house
We got an awful lot of cough syrup
Let's have a Zombie Files

It's an awful lot of bitches
Now tryna

she wanted
My girl asked me for the absolute truth
And I swear to God for her
But I fronted (Ooh, ooh, yeah)
We just wanna live to a hundred
Make a few

Firzt on the track

I got a hundred hoes on me, get 'em off me
I don't beg for pussy if it costs me
I only fuck with her 'cause she bossy
She drink

Peine de 100 en la SRT

Sigo cobrando en la music y moviendo los kilo, lo de los teca'
Los canto' de hielo en la muñeca
Y en la cadena un trabajo de

Cook that shit up, Quay take off, take off

Stay down, get that money, take off
(take off)
Got three hundred bands in a Goyard (Goyard)
All my niggas

Cast no shadows
But I'm already gone, mm

And grab provisions
There's nothing for a hundred miles
And cast your vision
On the dark road
For

100 Steps

Anthony Green

Young Legs [Bonus Tracks]

2013

There's always one hundred
Steps ahead
There's always one hundred
Steps ahead
Steps ahead

Why'd we have to separate
We don't feel anything exactly