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lil mister - 100 bars pt1 lyrics

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[verse]
one squad i ride for, insane pitchfork 9-4
you n-ggas is fake, they calling the jakes got .30s in high points
my n-ggas is scrawny they heading them oppers they blow like a blow torch
my n-ggas been ready they cut like machete we smoking them steroids
i got a fejita delete her i met her that b-tch is a diva
wishing with me she hold heaters, let that b-tch roll up my reefer
h-llo you divas they sticky, we ain’t divas we stacking fiftys
yo b-tch she icky like vicky, i dont trust b-tches they tricky
cause they would try to get me, but i can’t go down like bicky
foregin on mooving on a mission, we got them .30s and .50s
stuff with three from philly, i be so high of this icky
she shaking -ss, showin t-ties, i’m threwing them hundreds and fiftys
i got that b-tch of the henny, i got them bands i got plenty
i might cash out on some fendi, punish a n-gga that offend me
then he get blessed with this semi, thats what he got for that envy
tony montana on my name, now he got five in his brain
throwing my neck with insanes, check balling switching them lanes
you ain’t just gonna get banged, all of my n-ggas got aim
wet a n-gga like the rain, be busting your claims
now that boy walk with a kane, dont you say no squad in my vein
white stroke got them withstains, whip that fatter with up with stain
my shooters be shooting for names, i do this for money for fame
i keep that nine [?], let that b-tch go off bang
step on 400 the gang, on the five pushing that caine
snitches be giving out names, im from the badboy swear we insane
i cannot rock with no lames, if you a opps you get banged
know p-rico we can’t hang, i am a king call me james
you is a rookie you playing, i’m mvp of the game
l-i-l mister my name, i turn your plug to a stain
i can murge that on insane
b-tch i’m montana these b-tches be on me they barely can hind
i just went shopping and i went on the speed bought [?]
i lit up the scene a .40 with beam that was hot as a condel[wtf?]
them choppers be big but luisse be little he toting them hammers
we just went crazy with thirty, banna clips till you dirty
my n-ggas be balling like kobe, wet sh-t up in a hurry
clean that n-gga like a turgy, boys we getting money for certain
hating on me what’s your purpose? these n-ggas is chicken no turkeys
they should add tweaking for curry, i just sit back and sip purple
hit the dope like a merchan, yo b-tch is eating she worhtless
how can you n-ggas talk worthy, i pop of and i see murry
these b-tches be slid like [?], 360 spin call me irving
b-tch gets so much more than thirsty, i just been up and they gon smurf me?
catch me in traffic im swerving, pull on my block and you serving
my dogs come and get you they perfect, [? be in a he-rs-
start off a war like the purge, make a n-gga think he cursed
dressed up in a skirt, do a hit on a hot turf, leave a n-gga on his shirt
play with my k!llars, get murked, myshorties be wilding berzerk
my n-ggas be putting in that work, leave a n-gga in the dirt
i been a real one since birth



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