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dre – 100 pt.2 lyrics

leave yo -ss smoked like some hickory, can’t f-ck with tricks they be trickory, p-ss that lil b-tch she won’t shit to me, p-ss like my cl-ss she was history, throwing up these b-tches sick to me, broke b-tch need to be fixed to me, dope shit need a lil chemistry, i work my hand with that right, i dont like xans i like sprite, dirty my shit like we fighting, glock in my hand with a knife, have you touching the stars like a stripe, im’a shake some like i got dice im’a take some run off like mike, you wan fake we got nothing a like, you a snake you f-ck around and get hit up, chopper shoot shit when hit you get split up,i don’t talk shit i just hit and you lift up, n-gg-s be b-tches so i keep my distance b-tch said im missing the f-ck am i missing, shooting my shot and im scoring like pippen, i don’t like thots they be going that’s wicked, i just like top have you blowing on distinct, shoot yo b-tch -ss have you singing like richard, shoot at yo man have him singing like rii rii, i dont do dansby because i am from d.c, no atl but im fly like a hawk, bro got that green leave you smash like the hulk, lean got me sleep im’a slur when i talk, in on the street on the curb where you walk, step in the street on the curb leave you chalk, walking my dog its gonna bite it don’t bark, random -ss b-tches keep calling my phone and shit crazy -ss b-tches pop up at my home and shit, faking -ss n-gg-s i shoot at they dome and shit, hatting -ss n-gg-s they mad cuz im on this shit, dont give a f-ck what they talking about the farther war they left me cold as the south pole stuck in my lane there ain’t switching the route close, f-ck is u saying get the hitting till mouth close, f-ck is you saying get the hitting like wayne 2 black 4’5 im’a max out like payne, b-tch im’a purp sipping purple that reign, b-tch im a pimp watch me limp with that cane, shooting that shit in the rover got range, 100’s and 50’s them dollars look strange, 100’s and 50’s put cash on your brain, b-tch i got cash that shit run through my veins, b-tch my shit boomin like metro no train, that hoe be going she gon blow like propain, 22-3 nock you right out your shit, 22-3 knock you right out your kiks, you a real trapper then show me some bricks, show me that shit then im taking yo shit, run in your house have you dancing like chris, gun in your mouth get the rocking like clip, go to new york just to buy me some bape n’ ape, 100’s on flow with the bottles of ase and space, slur my shit up like a bottle of gatorade bullets gon rip through your shirt like its small pulling up knocking at you and your dogs, yea pulling up knocking at you and your dogs

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