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young dolph – 100 shots lyrics

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yeah
it’s dolph
hey bring me some backwoods up outta there homie and a cup of ice

and some rubber bands up outta there too homie, yeah
it’s 3 pm, 80 degrees outside
i’m in somethin’ that go real fast, sitting outside the cornerstore
six figure client got no business in this area

if it ain’t one thing it’s a motherf–kin’ ‘nother
we trapped together than that’s my motherf–kin’ brother
i pay her bills and buy her designer but i don’t love her
she just play her part when it’s time to smuggle
i pull up, pick up that bag, and burn rubber
i got a sweet tooth but i stay away from suckers
n-bu in malibu was my last supper
i f–ked her in rush hour traffic, chris tucker
everybody screaming gang gang gang
them folks come and get you, you gon’ tell on the whole gang
she said can she f–k me with my diamond chains
if i ain’t in the bank then i’m on the plane
’bout to go get some money or go spend some money
they stopped me in the airport, had too many benjis on me
they don’t want you to live, they don’t want you to ball
them p-ss-es smile in your face, then they pray for you to fall
young n-gg- stay focused
but i really want to crash
think about where you at
then think about your past
yeah i really came from sh-t
but i won’t change for sh-t
my b-tch say i’m stuck in my ways
my wrist say i been getting paid

a hundred shots, a hundred shots
me and my n-gg-s pull up in a hundred drops
my role model used to get a hundred blocks
street n-gg-s in a tuxedo, we the mob

she looked at my watch too long, now she see stars
i got so high last night i did a show on mars
your b-tch ate my d-ck, i caught her on them bars
my pinky ring extra large
foreigns all in the garage, remember my first menage
yeah, tori and brittany
i’m shopping for diamonds at tiffany’s
no, i don’t got no sympathy
she blew my whistle like a referee
broke black n-gg-, remember me?
until i found out that recipe
started getting about ten a week
finger on the trigger when i sleep
yeah n-gg-, i rather you than me
backseat, smoking good weed

a hundred shots, a hundred shots
how the f–k you miss a whole hundred shots?

you not welcome at my trap if you don’t shop
before you come through that back door you better knock
they been waiting on this gangster sh-t to drop
even them f–k n-gg-s that wish i could be stopped
how many d-cks you sucked to get that couple million?
self made millionaire, oh what a feeling
my n-gg-s came from dealing
f–k n-gg- get out your feelings
your b-tch gave me s-xual healing
guess who just walked in the building?
came out with six b-tches
my uncle said that’s pimpin’
my diamonds always h-ttin’
you looking for your b-tch, she with me n-gg-, she ain’t missin’
i told you f–k n-gg- stay out my way, but you didn’t listen
big rocks, in my watch
and we put extensions in all of the glocks

a hundred shots, a hundred shots
how the f–k you miss a whole hundred shots?
yeah, it’s dolph
how the f–k you miss a whole hundred shots?



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