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future - 100 shooters - future lyrics

[intro]
tay keith f-ck these n-gg-s up
yeah, the wizrd, woo

[pre-chorus: future]
perrier-jouët, no tap water, this the real face
f-ck the b-tch, broke her heart
she think we still dating
three choppers sitting in the car, we play it real safe
fifty million dollars in cash, that’s a cold case
spent so much cash on chanel, they wanna see id
bust down on her, oochie wally, i’m so sincere

[chorus: future, future & meek mill]
got a 100 shooters sittin’ outside
got a 100 shooters sittin’ outside

[verse 1: meek mill]
yeah, uh, 50 mill’ buried up in my safe, that’s a graveyard
f-cked the b-tch, seen her with her man, had to play it off
dreamchasers, we just like a label, we got a&rs
famous hoe, she threw me that p-ssy and i’ma slay her raw
yeah, you are now welcome to the player’s ball (you’re welcome)
whole lotta money lotta rich sh-t, yeah (wow, wow)
hundred shooters, i can get your clique hit (wow, wow)
get my d-ck sucked in the lambo while i stick shift
big sh-t, baby, it’s the big fish, only vvs in my necklace and my wrist lit
i could wipe my -ss with these hunnids, i’m the sh-t b-tch
shot up in her dm like james harden, it went swish, swish
i’m sippin’

[chorus: future]
got a 100 shooters sittin’ outside
got a 100 shooters sittin’ outside

[verse 2: future]
i’ve been gettin’ richer and richer
d-mn near p-ss on b-tches
i’ve been thinking deeper and deeper
k!ll the opps, f-ck their sisters
f-ck the catholics, send my christians
semi-automatic, i got vision
diamond cuts and they princess n-gg-
no rap cap, gave away bentleys n-gg-
got a car for a watch, got a watch for a house
send my automatic glock, get you block washed out
bad b-tch tried to rape me, tried to pull my c-ck out
i got murder money, so this sh-t can get hostile

[chorus: future]
got a 100 shooters sittin’ outside
got a 100 shooters sittin’ outside

[verse 3: doe boy]
knowles ave [?] clique come slide
got a 100 shooters sittin’ outside (brrr)
yeah, all my b-tches treat me just like god
i told her jump, b-tch ask, “how high?” (oh, really?)
opps said that i’ma die, i ain’t dead
one in the head, put it right in your head, b-tch (brr, bah, bah)
give a f-ck about the feds, i ain’t scared (no)
i ain’t puttin’ down my gun, i ain’t craig (boom, boom, boom)
yeah, dissin’ on the ‘gram then i’m slidin’ in his dm
only time doe busy playing ’round is with your bm, uh
got a 100 shooters parked outside
and they gon’ k!ll you when you walk outside (oh, really?)

[chorus: future]
got a 100 shooters sittin’ outside
got a 100 shooters sittin’ outside

[outro: future]
got a 100 shooters sittin’ outside
got a 100 shooters sittin’ outside
got a 100 shooters sittin’ outside
got a 100 shooters sittin’ outside

- future lyrics

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