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edward lillie - 100 proof lyrics

(hook)
sippin’ 100 proof
when i got one beer left
bumpin’ ‘mm… food’
and wonder where the hoes at
gotta rip slow and show ’em what i got left
bring ’em down low
boutta siphon that pure gas
light ’em up though
let the flames amass
molotov thrown on the track, my bad
cause i meant to explode
when the night turns black
cause all them other hoes
better cut that chit chat
hit ’em with a

(verse 1)
‘cl!ck clack’
b+tch, back up when i just smash
all them other bros when i just rap
keep them on their toes
with a fast jab
one+two, go!
better duck that!
got you on the floor
and you know that
stepping on you hoes
like a doormat
all them other bros
with no gonads
got them flows
that drive you so mad
‘fore you post
worry bout ya own ass
look
i’m a free flow god on the mic
and i got more flows
just each and every night
with a crowd in the stands
better pay my advance
imma straight pain in the ass
like these rapping ass dudes
with their corny ass lines
and i look at my watch
like i ain’t got time
for these little dimwits
to be dropping them dimes
aye
cash out flows like it’s payday
gotta turn nothing into something
that’s diamonds from coal, i flame flame
got that pressure on me, them nay+says
but i just b+tt in with my presence
that’s so bubblin’, do it all day day
y’all got nothing to say to me
imma the million dollar baybay
aye
look
gotta spend cash, just to earn it back
imma earnest lad with burning cash
got holes in pants cause the wallet fat
got flows so fast, it’ll make you mad
i’m the next best thing, you a trending fad
yeah the boy e3, straight got them raps
gimme that beat, so i can run it back!
run it back?
yeah, i run it back!
aye
(hook)
sippin’ 100 proof
when i got one beer left
bumpin’ ‘mm… food’
and wonder where the hoes at
gotta rip slow and show ’em what i got left
bring ’em down low
boutta siphon that pure gas
light ’em up though
let the flames amass
molotov thrown on the track, my bad
cause i meant to explode
when the night turns black
cause all them other hoes
better cut that chit chat
hit ’em with a “f+ck that”

- edward lillie lyrics

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