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Young Dolph( Adolph Thornton, Jr. )
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100 Shots
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 motherfuckin' 'nother We trapped together than that's my motherfuckin' 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 Nobu in Malibu was my last supper I fucked 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 fuck 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 pussies smile in your face, then they pray for you to fall Young nigga stay focused But I really want to crash Think about where you at Then think about your past Yeah I really came from shit But I won't change for shit My bitch say I'm stuck in my ways My wrist say I been getting paid
A hundred shots, a hundred shots Me and my niggas pull up in a hundred drops My role model used to get a hundred blocks Street niggas 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 bitch ate my dick, I caught her on them bars Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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 nigga, remember me? Until I found out that recipe Started getting about ten a week Finger on the trigger when I sleep Yeah nigga, I rather you than me Backseat, smoking good weed
A hundred shots, a hundred shots How the fuck 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 shit to drop Even them fuck niggas that wish I could be stopped How many dicks you sucked to get that couple million? Self made millionaire, oh what a feeling My niggas came from dealing Fuck nigga get out your feelings Your bitch gave me sexual healing Guess who just walked in the building? Came out with six bitches My uncle said that's pimpin' My diamonds always hittin' You looking for your bitch, she with me nigga, she ain't missin' I told you fuck nigga 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 fuck you miss a whole hundred shots? Yeah, it's Dolph How the fuck you miss a whole hundred shots?
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