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100fee - what's up fee? 3 lyrics

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aye
yeah what’s up
fresher than a f+ck
yeah what’s up yeah what’s up yeah what’s up yeah what’s up
okay what’s up yeah what’s up yeah what’s up yeah what’s up
aye

what’s up in the sky
it’s not a bird, it’s not a plane, it’s me
n+gga i’m so fly, i feel like john cena, they cannot see
out of this earth, i can’t even breathe
i am so real, they callin me 100 fee
out of my body, i feel like i’m inside a dream
feel like asadi, i got the swag they never seen
what’s up with these n+ggas tryna hate
i need money, i cannot partake
they just wanna hate, i can’t relate
i need a milly like bill gates
been in my duffy, i cannot take no breaks
i am a villain, but i am not two faced
she want make a movie, not talkin bout blu+ray
i need the benjis, i feel like i’m blue face

like what’s up, like what’s up
i be flyer than a f+ck
where your racks at, hold em up
i be too turnt in this club
fresh as f+ck, i’m off the drug
baby blessed up with the love
stummy hurt, sip robituss
i’m gon let this pistol buss
rockin chrome hearts, but i do not got no heart
my life an the adventure, this sh+t feelin’ so bizarre
tesla, i’m supercharged
elon musk, i’m goin to mars
turn into kratos, you want go to war
i got that swag you can’t get from the store
i got a new flow and they want more
i am that n+gga, yes of course
anakin, i got the force
i’m in the stars, if you want go to war
i am the key, i feel like sora
she f+ck with me because of my aura
hold up hold up hold up hold up
f+ck with the gang, we might have to run up
letting it bang, but i’m not a drummer

hey hey
baby, blow up like gaza
big bullets, got a lotta
dripped out with no prada
all she wanted was a dollar
blowin up like osama
say what’s up to your mama
she be drippin, she drippin in goyard
i be speeding, i’m racing, i go hard
gotta ball hard like shaquille
don’t lie, keep it real
you on fake drugs and they k!ll
who the f+ck crack my seal
you got me mad for real
so b+tch boy, what’s up
what’s up what’s up what’s up what’s up what’s up
n+ggas be hatin, they just gotta shut up
i’m k!llin the beat like i got a vendetta
i get in my mode, i’m applying that pressure
all on my body, she givin me pleasure
she all on my body, she know that i’m next up
i got that swag from my feet to the neck up



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