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kerch dolla - 100k put up lyrics

[intro]
(313 mafia)
(that’s it, tommy)

[verse 1]
she know we rich, so she askin’ me for some newer t++th
you know i love that baby fat like a more a leaf
order ‘bows of the boy and girl, i need four apiece
only like to serve third party, they won’t know it’s me
learned how to take my lifestyle, this sh+t’ll never change
some n+ggas can’t hang, it’ll never be the same
we’d never play subliminal with threats, we say a name
if i’m feelin’ you it’s plain, i’ma let you wear my chain
i’m a thug but she love how i kiss her when i f+ck
i gave my all but i’m feelin’ like this situation rough
if you see me in the party, just know i snuck in a gun
couple n+ggas that i used to love, now that sh+t a dub
can’t be actin’ passive, i need a freak one
lately seein’ n+ggas with due n+ggas, how they link up?
told the labels wanna sign this sh+t? bring a brinks truck
told a b+tch to sign to the p, you gotta [?]

[chorus]
i start seein’ n+ggas postin’ on the ‘gram, talkin’ ’bout how n+ggas hams
you know they f+cked up
i know that you happy that you can live life and you ain’t got on no real ice
i know how you livin’ was rough
everybody got the same twenty+four hours to change the money and power
i ain’t givin’ you nothin’
i love a b+tch, don’t try to chase clout
sit at the crib, take care of the kids and her man
and she followed the plan
now that’s a real b+tch
[verse 2]
these n+ggas’d throw salt on your name to get the real plug
she love the vamp, not the money, oh, you feel somethin’?
you can give the b+tch her heart, but she’d still front you
told her everything look good in the dark, bae, i’m still comin’
if we ever meet face to face, be a pistol to it
most of these n+ggas hoes, why they make menstrual music?
all yellow old+school look like a pencil comin’
this sh+t here don’t want any no more preachin’ to me
n+ggas’ hoes gettin’ treated like hoes all i gotta say
i can’t be too sad, n+ggas die every day, b+tch
tellin’ every girl that i mess with you made for me
i go missin’ every couple weeks, [?]

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