Lyrics:
don't care
Why you giving such an evil eye
Could it be you were ignored by every passerby
And it won't mean a thing in a hundred years
No, it won't
people think I'm crazy
But Gucci Mane really love all that shit ?
Hundred ? a day shit, hundred dollar blind shit
You can wear my shoes ?
Millions
Boo boo boop, I'm up
It's a 100 reasons just to get it
You gon' live to die, that ain't right, die livin
It's a 100 reasons just to get it
Know I
all ready know what it is)
Thank god for those days, thank god for those nights
Though it might seem wrong thank god for that white
They use
Dis for da hood, dis for da ghetto
Dis for all dem niggas gettin' dat money
Dat cash money, dat 100 million dollar money
We got money
We da best
up by my lonely no you can not get a hand
I got 100s and 50s of rocks iced out on my clock
On the other hand call it a watch
Just climbing my way
Man I keep my circle tight but I keep you around
I be in it all night baby don't make a sound
I said first I make her giggle now she feeling me now
By
Teach me to number my days
Teach me to walk in Your ways
Even when I doubt, I'll praise You
Even when I doubt, I'll praise You
And a hundred times I
cruised for boys on the strip
But death by the bottle is what made her hip
Marylin's beauty showed age every day
But her sinister end helped her keep age
score
When it all adds up
I need you more
One hundred and one
Lonely nights
You leave me here
Now honey, that ain't right
But, still I forgive
thought it was hard, it's really easy
What's up, put a trademark on the night
94, not five
They gon' do it all for D9
Live and die by this shit, D9
D9,
strapped, or be a throwaway
Will I survive the late night, to see dawn of day?
Nobody knows me, I'm a shadow
My army fatigues made for battle, pockets full
Guillén how I'm running plays
Babe Ruth how I'm running plays
Mike Ditka how I'm running plays
Sacrifice to get right
100 days 100 nights
100 days 100
please.
A hundred years ago.
They thought the stars were set a-light,
Ho, yes, ho!
By some good angel every night,
A hundred years ago.
They hung a man
It’s J…P
Jon-Paul Ruiz (Encore)
Cheers to never feeling low
With you I feel so high
I’m never leaving by your side (side)
I need you day and night
talking about what we've done
Seconds
minutes
hours
days
Every moment slips away
Years go by in a heartbeat
so don't let me slip away
In a 100 years
just by myself, lookin' for niggas like where's Waldo
She got the same shoes as my wife but she copped 'em at Aldo
Modern day MJ with a off the wall
0 to 100
They say I can't make 0 to 100
They dont believe I'll make it to 100
I'll make it 0 to 1000 bitch
Working all day, writing all night long
Out the way, yeah
So she lickin' on my chain, yeah
Got them talking bout my name
Hundred cold nights and a hundred cold days
I've been on a quest for
From different spaces
To different races
From different roses
To different places
I've spent alot of hundreds on my drop top
Hmm
I've spent
(baow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30's and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin' up dope with a Uzi (dope)
(baow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30's and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin' up dope with a Uzi (dope)
cookie
The hustle is real Will & Jada Smith Level
Easy to see even by the Daredevil
She Loving Da Way that I'm Counting Dem Bands
I Keep It 100 and thats
Welcome to the house of a hundred ghosts
They're all mine, and I'm the host
How many times can I die? A hundred most
They all survive in every song I
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