Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 100 MPH, artist - Buckwild. Album song Silk Pyramids, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 26.05.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Thrice Great
Song language: English
100 MPH |
| Doin' a 100 on a highway |
| Fast cake, I do it my way |
| Fast cake, I do it my way |
| Head to toe labels on deck, do it the fly way |
| Predatory glory feastin' on endangered species |
| I take a shit right after birth a million dollar feces |
| Fuck ya habitat, it’s really where your ratchet at |
| My ego is so lethal that a? |
| will try to damage that |
| So Queens that you can feel me |
| So dope that you could deal me |
| Do a donut then I hop up out the Benz |
| Still in the hood like ATM’s that give tens |
| Crime infused paragraphs with expensive pens |
| Now we chasin' ends my niggas need extensive ends |
| Refined thug salary, fine rug gallery |
| Purchase courtesy of the street, real niggas proud of me |
| Strategize always think wise but never cowardly |
| Powerfully shower me with the finest different designers |
| Leanin' back were shinin' like we drivin' in recliners |
| It’s your highness the flyest, so acrobatic were manuverin' |
| Catch me freak dancin' in the club, I got the Ruger in |
| The kings portrait laid inside the hand car frame |
| Hung over the fireplace admired by the peasants |
| Present some evidence for things you mention in your sentences |
| I’m devilish, the foot is like a leather fish |
| Smoke wax like a Brazilian salon |
| Stand on the corner after three in the morn' |
| All thermal on, your money shorter than a gerbil’s arm |
| Fuck around, throw a gerbil in your mom |
| Yo change the channel put the Ninja Turtles on |
| Arrange the battle, blaze the saddles |
| Bust your motherfuckin' ass in basketball wearin' sandals |
| Gun at the side by the love handles |
| Bring me your face so I could fuck it hard |
| Then do a 720 in the mustard Saab |
| The bitch touched my hair said I must be god |
| That bitch touched my hair said I must be god |
| Deluxe fresh, hop out the Lex flexin' ya ex |
| She’s left stretched properly sexed fuck it I’m blessed |
| Checks comin' in, street money movin' at the same time |
| Gain shine whenever my feet step on the concrete |
| Seated outside drinkin' wine chewin' on conch meat |
| While cops heat corners and streets, we in the bistro |
| Thinkin' that? |
| don’t fuck around I’ll let my heat go |
| Cuban linx hand made, nigga I’m clan paid |
| Fuck a couple ratchets got lost to my man Rae |
| Seven thousand feathers in a eagle |
| The one I lost didn’t have none but it was evil |
| Niggas try showin' fake love, but they be see through |
| Deceitful, my people |
| Still the same crew from back then |
| Sellin' drugs out the hoopty with a black Mac-10 |
| Unique ringtones, obscure trap phones |
| You wack rap clones never had a backbone |