| I’m from a big city
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| Tryna make a living
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| Come to my hood
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| Everybody get it
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| And for that paper all the wrong things sound right
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| Where I’m from they push a hundred keys and it sound like
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| Where I’m from they push a hundred keys and it sound like
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| Young niggas gettin' money, young niggas gettin' money
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| Just a bittersweet symphony
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| I play the keys handle dope, Barry Manilow
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| The game a bitch, but at times she sweet as cantaloupe
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| Hit the road key of coke in the mantle fold
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| Triple beam dreams with a trunk full of scattered clothes
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| Japanese denim, down south numbers
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| Hit it once trust it would make a fat fiend stumble
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| Do the speed limit, all gold shoes
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| Call 'em penny loafers, they a pretty penny too
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| I’m tipping strippers but I call it penny pinchin'
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| She talking shit but I could get her titties lifted
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| My new crib got it’s own city limit
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| Motherfucker got his own city in it
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| Blue marble on the floor
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| Wet as salt water
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| Ima boss, I’m just playing hoes (holes) like a golf course
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| (Young niggas gettin' money, young niggas gettin' money)
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| Just a bittersweet symphony
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| I’m from a big city
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| Tryna make a living
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| Come to my hood
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| Everybody get it
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| And for that paper all the wrong things sound right
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| Where I’m from they push a hundred keys and it sound like
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| Where I’m from they push a hundred keys and it sound like
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| Young niggas gettin' money, young niggas gettin' money
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| Just a bittersweet symphony
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| One hundred keys
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| One hundred please
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| My gazuntite could make a whole city sneeze
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| Walk the mud jungle where they grind it out the leaves
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| So they swarm to my honeycomb, hideout for the bees
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| You know what this sounds like
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| Money counter sound bytes
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| Machine gun fire
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| Name ringin' through like the town like
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| Church bells ringin'
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| Know what he was found like?
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| Colombian necktie over hospital gown white
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| She live on her knees
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| I live in a condo in the trees
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| The air’s a little thinner that I breathe
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| Iron Man Audi, let the top strip tease
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| My life is slow motion but the watch screaming freeze
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| Yeah, young nigga gettin' money
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| The feds dragged neck, couldn’t take nothin' from me
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| The decoy car is a crash test dummy
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| What follows is a hundred of 'em wrapped like a mummy
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| I’m from a big city
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| Tryna make a living
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| Come to my hood
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| Everybody get it
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| And for that paper all the wrong things sound right
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| Where I’m from they push a hundred keys and it sound like
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| Where I’m from they push a hundred keys and it sound like
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| Young niggas gettin' money, young niggas gettin' money
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| Just a bittersweet symphony
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| Boi
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| And they gon' risk a hundred lives
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| So they could rock a hundred whites
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| The guests look like a hundred lights
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| Man when blade died my city cried a hundred nights
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| Yeah I got a main girl, but I done hit a hundred types
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| Every wrong I do, I’m steady tryna do a hundred rights
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| Got it for cheap, compare the price
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| My nigga keep that low key, Barry White
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| And don’t worry 'bout the info
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| From where they ride Pintos, and could afford Enzo’s
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| 'Cause everybody know, keys open doors (keys-keys open doors)
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| But bricks open windows
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| Countin' a hundred hundreds, more by more
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| Built this from the tile up, floor by floor
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| Talk shit, I send 'em door by door
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| Made for the Snow White like 4×4's (truck)
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| I’m from a big city
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| Tryna make a living
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| Come to my hood
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| Everybody get it
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| And for that paper all the wrong things sound right
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| Where I’m from they push a hundred keys and it sound like
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| Where I’m from they push a hundred keys and it sound like
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| Young niggas gettin' money, young niggas gettin' money
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| Just a bittersweet symphony |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 100 Keys, artist - Big Sean. Album song Finally Famous, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп