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m.i.k.3 - 100 hours lyrics

(fg scotty verse)pump shotti n-gga f-ck around i’m a dope artist,i don’t love these b-tches but they love scotty
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(m.i.k.3 verse)
ya i’m spiting that ether
blow out your f-cking speaker
i’m take your senorita,i know she a d-ck eater,white blonde b-tch is a cheerleader,she taking d-ck from her teacher,when i’m done she gonna need a preacher,like oj she loves a beater,but she need to pay for my d-ck’s feature
i’ll f-ck this b-tch and k!ll a hater,f-ck fake friends i’ll hang a traitor,you left a hole i’ll leave a crater,i’ll put your life on a respirator
evil forces call me darth vader
like a bomb i’m a detonator
i’m flexing heat like a generator
i got this flow you need a translator
now this b-tch on my c-ck
she wanna be special ops
she don’t know when stop
but i’ma my make that p-ssy pop
she gonna be wetter then a mop
you don’t just fall you drop
i know what is and what’s not
cuz i don’t f-ck with no thots
gold diggers kicking rocks
cuz they never got a shot
she just wants a sugar daddy
she a fake hoe she ain’t no baddy
i don’t care i’ll leak your addy
oh sh-t her name is maddie
she just wants a sugar daddy
she a fake hoe she ain’t no baddy
i don’t care i’ll leak your addy
oh sh-t her name is maddie

(austin rudin verse)
i get that bag and i move it
hands on my wood like a pool stick
money money got her droolin
that muddy muddy got me stupid
all this weed it got me too lit
ex won’t stay clean like some new kicks
money money got her droolin
in 2020 i’ll be too rich
puffin this pot yo thot topless on top of me
f-cked in the car played my part now i gotta leave
f-ck with the squad you get popped ain’t no job to beef
i was on bond stomping powder i gotta eat
b-tch throwin this dog a bone
busted my nut now i wanna go home
don’t give a f-ck smoked a blunt b-tch i’m blowed
phone blowin up b-tch it’s back to the snow
hit a backwood of dro
either that or i’m packin a bowl
stepdad whippin crack on the stove
in the lab with a cone
spittin raps while while you sat on your phone
pen and pad foot tap on the floor never cap cuz i’m grown
blow a rack get it back b-tch i’m on all you rappers some half witted hoes
seen my swag and you jacked it just have it you broke
its attack of the clones lookin back i just laugh you a joke
at yo address going crazy.. and i ain’t even drink yet
yo b-tch savage with my baby told me we don’t gotta keep this
was eating xanax on the daily and now i’m just eating wheat thins
with a bad b-tch that gon pay me for the d-ck because she needs it

(bobby reddy verse)
people out the way,
just to try to be up,
i keep a stick up by in the place,
oh hope i see yah,
i keep middle finger up in the bae maria
oh i hope i don’t f-ck around & get gonrea, nah
i just flipped a brick,
pump the 6
you just hid like a b-tch
i can stick,
but it does no benefit,
you so broke,
yous a hoe
keep a pole,
by the stove,
this sh-t go,
do the most,
yes i boast
and chop and make you ghost,
who picked kid buu buu beat?
i just signed on this lease,
rest in peace x said the least,
rest in peace x say the least,
i put my frog in the trees,
i put your pops in the freeze,
i keep a chop with my priest,
i don’t stop i just leave, huh

- m i k 3 lyrics

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