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100s - bout that life lyrics

[intro: 100s & chippy nonstop]
shout out to juvenille
let me get the keys to the rover truck
yuh, a hundred degrees
’cause i’m about that life

[verse 1: j folks]
b-tch, i bet i wear that -ss out
pin you to a firm bed, hit it till you tap out
baddie, she turn heads, got ’em pullin’ stacks out
i ain’t gotta earn head, i just pull the shaft out
hit her with the python, now i got her wrapped up
treat it as an icon, so you know i strapped up
had her with her face down, poppin’ with a clappa
shot her with the dope d-ck, then, made her pack up
10 from the waist down, and she make it back up
all these hoes want some, i’ma need backup
b-tches gettin’ laid down, but they gettin’ back up
tryna get some mo’, we tear they -ss for showin’ cracker
b-tch, you know we do this sh-t, slaggy to the d-ck
we don’t always gotta f-ck, we also should give you the l1ck
i’ma do ya friend though, she gon’ do the cowgirl
know i’m gon’ reverse that, yeah, that be my style, girl

[chorus: 100s & chippy nonstop]
told yo b-tch, “bend over, let me look at that”
like a thief who got caught, i made her put that back
is you ’bout that life, ho?
boy, i’m about that life (b-tchhh)
told the b-tch, “make it wobble, i’ma break yo back
and i’ma wake it up in shakes, so you can take yo nap”
you ain’t ’bout that life, ho
boy, i’m about that life (b-tchhh)

[verse 2: chippy nonstop]
let me show you a little trick
how i l1ck that stick
find a real b-tch to hit that sh-t
no beatin’ ’round the bush, take a hit of the kush
i’ma get it off top, and make that baby push
beat it in the backseat, beat it in the trunk
this p-ssy a real treat, i’ma make you c-m
’cause i’m about that life
’cause i’m about that life

[verse 3: 100s]
get ’em on my lap fast, 100s smoke, and drive past
party with your p-ssy out, and drop it with yo fine -ss
buy me dinner, ho, 6’4 jiggalo
never with a limp d-ck, plug her with a stiff d-ck
tell me how you want it, do you want it fast?
do you want a d-ck up in yo -ss?
b-tch, put it on the gl-ss
do you want it slow? do you got a friend?
can she come with?
hit her with the deep thrust, chop it till yo -ss bust

[outro: 100s & chippy nonstop]
it’s that skinny n-gga rockin’ leather (rockin’ leather)
groupies all around me, tryna holler all the time
never f-ck with skinny hoes, because our ribs’ll run together
’cause i’m about that life
’cause i’m about that life

- 100s lyrics

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