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v-nasty - hundred round drum lyrics

[chorus: v-nasty]
i make these hoes run, that’s what i do for fun
got the ar, no kick, with the hundred round drum
smokin this purple, and it’s burnin up my lungs
sittin with my stacks, cause i gotta have my funds
you wanna f-ck with me, i ain’t even trippin
split him open, cause i caught his -ss snitchin

[verse 1: v-nasty]
i keep a smarter hoe, she always pay attention
bands in my pocket, so you know i ain’t stressin
still in the hood, ain’t sh-t change
only thing different, is a b-tch name
i still keep them thangs, still take your chain
movin too quick, so stay up in your lane
don’t get into nothin you can’t handle
cause f-ck with me, you goin end up as a sample

[verse 2: lil heenchi]
bustin down ps, yeah, i’m sellin 32
big stick on the seat, you could catch this 32
2 bad b-tches, that a motherf-ckin 2-piece
both hands, said it 2 times, like gucci
project n-gga, so these b-tches call me lil heenchi
turn a mixtape to a motherf-ckin bentley
round here for 10 years, they sure can’t hear me
lil -ss n-gga, use 4 5, i use 50
2 b-tches down on a plane, i’m pimpin
a b-tch on the net, and a b-tch that be strippin
skelly on the tech, all my n-ggas got didgets
bands in my pants, while my hands straight whippin
snapback on the block, my gang run sh-t
ak 47, that’s my motherf-ckin best friend
you want some money on his head, i put a band down
a n-gga ran up on the way, now that’s a man down

- v nasty lyrics

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